Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Jiang Yinghe finally got a good night's sleep.

He has no domain awareness and does not resist the invasion of his spirit. Even though Jun'er felt sleepy in the middle of the night, it seemed that after lying leaning on him for a long time, he did not wake up.

It is difficult to have any sense of crisis around someone you trust.

Jiang Yinghe woke up hazily, changed clothes and washed as usual, his mind slowly returned to the cage, remembering that Tong Guiyu said that this lust-dissolving bead string only needs to be worn in his sleep. In the daytime, there are residual medicines. The effect of effectiveness is minimal.

He took off the bracelet and received it in the storage instrument. When I was about to tie my hair easily, my fingers suddenly struck a thin braid.

Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, placed the thin braid in his hand and looked at it, and found that the braid was still very finely braided, every inch was tight and delicate, and another gray thread was tied into a knot at the end.

He slipped his fingertips, and then he grinds out a strand of light gray hair instead of a gray thread underneath.

Jiang Yinghe was completely awake, and turned his head helplessly, "Jun'er?"

There was a deep laughter behind him. Qin Jun stood by his side, confessing his mistakes actively without repentance, and said: "The night watch is really boring, and the disciple has offended Master."

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand to disassemble the hair knot, and said: "You have lost flesh and blood in your right hand, and only bones are left. Why can't your hand be so idle?"

His focus was off the track again, and he felt that Qin Jun's hand could be so clever, he still couldn't solve it.

Jiang Yinghe worked hard for a while, suspecting that Jun'er had hit a deadlock. After fighting for a while, he still didn't untie the knot.

Then, the other hand caught his fingertips. Around his wrist, he untied the braided hair.

Qin Jun straightened out the master's hair and said with a smile, "The disciple will tie the master's hair."

Jiang Yinghe closed his eyes and let out an "um", feeling that to some extent, Jun'er was more willful than Chang Ye. Although Chang Ye likes to act like a baby, it just stops. Qin Jun always makes Jiang Yinghe feel... that he can do everything.

strange? Why do you think so...

Just when he was thinking about it, he heard the somber voice in his ear.

"Master." Qin Jun said, "People outside of the sect say that I am arrogant by nature and easy to go astray and go astray. If..."

He spoke slowly and was silent for a moment, with a hint of temptation.

"If the disciple really goes astray, will Master treat me like this?"

His fingers pierced Jiang Yinghe’s soft, jet-black hair,

Tuck the hair into the palm of the hand, and gather it with the silver spirit jade crown and hairpin.

The hairpin's head was engraved with traces of seals. From this angle, you could see the bright and white ear tips of the other party.

Jiang Yinghe actually didn’t think about this problem. Although he loved the filter of 20,000 meters, he was not completely deceived. In his heart, his disciples are naturally good, but they are indeed flawed. of.

Jiang Yinghe thought for a moment, and replied obediently: "For the right path of the world, I should clear the door, but for you, I will lead you back to the right track."

The hairpin for him paused.

Qin Jun approached from behind, half hugging his waist, and whispered, "Where the master is, it is my right track."

Jiang Yinghe sounded a little strange, and subconsciously said: "As long as you stand upright, you won't deviate from your path..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Master Ajiang’s system, which had not been moving, suddenly jumped out. The frame of the progress bar belonging to Qin Jun completely turned pink, and it lit up with a small wave, one by one. Be careful.

Jiang Yinghe: ...what is the aesthetics of the little devil fairy? Is this system broken?

"Stand up and be upright." Qin Jun stared at the other's slender eyebrows and repeated these words lowly. The smile on his lips was difficult to see his mood, and he seemed to replied jokingly, "What is right and what is evil? Is the way of heaven ruthless, can it also distinguish between good and evil?"

Even if he asked about the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Dao, Qin Jun still had some meanings about the things before his rebirth-he was born as an evil spirit, and he was born as the commander of the world's ghost cultivation, but in the end he was killed under the heavenly path because of the evil spirit's identity. Is Jinxian already the pinnacle of ghost repair in half a step?

Qin Jun lowered his gaze and moved closer, the enchanting scent of soul spilling out secretly, and the scent penetrated into his lungs.

If it were replaced more than a hundred years ago, Qin Jun would arbitrarily wrap around his waist, ask for blood from the Dao body under the pretence of invading the gods, and bite on the frosty skin to relieve his desire to be carved into the bone marrow. . But now--

He watched Jiang Yinghe lift his eyes and looked over, with a serious expression: "The way of heaven can't be discerned, it can be discerned in the human heart. You only need to be worthy of your own heart."

While habitually pouring chicken soup, Jiang Yinghe reached out and touched the hair crown. Under the tied Lingyu crown, he felt a black braid that was gathered in and hidden between the hair, and he also got a new style.

Jiang Yinghe: "...Jun'er."

Qin Jun seemed to be holding back a smile, but soon

He returned to his dignified appearance, coughed as a covert, moved over and held his shoulders, his breath swept across Jiang Yinghe's neck with hot breath.

"Master is forgiving." He lowered his head, "It's very beautiful."

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "I'm going to be angry."

The answer to him was that the two apprentices smiled with joy when they rushed over, and the roots of their ears made each other's breath warm.

"It's really good-looking, Master, don't be stingy."

... Is this a stingy question? His majesty as a master was trampled on by this little braid!

Jiang Yinghe really lost to him, thinking that Jun'er kept guarding for herself all night, why didn't she get tired at all, but had fun playing so much, and she couldn't change it with the Changye Xuexue.

He maintained the master's face, so he had to sigh in resignation.

"Don't do this next time, I'm really going to get angry."

Like a very gentle and good-tempered person, telling children without threatening force, even this kind of words are full of clear love.

It's just that he didn't know that the three disciples under his seat wanted far more than his love.

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Naturally, Qin Jun failed to "force up" the vigil alone. His "considerate and well-behaved" junior brother quickly stepped in and "shared" this important matter for him.

Jiang Yinghe trusts the two disciples very much and can do nothing about it. It’s just that if you stay with him for a long night, when you wake up the next morning you will always find someone in your arms, sleepy and cleverly calling him "Master", and when Qin Jun is there, he must find something to do at night. , It needs to be distracting.

Indirectly caused Baihe Yuyu to have surprises everywhere.

Jiang Yinghe stared blankly at the Xuanjian Platform, which had changed drastically after a night, and reasonably suspected Qin Jun had any private hobbies...for example, he liked to do decorations. Why is he so obsessed with turning the things around him into things he has handled?

He thought to no avail, and only regarded it as Qin Jun's personal hobby. He took the letter sent to Bai Heyuyu from He Ling's mouth, turned it to the front, and glanced at the letter from Lanruo Temple's seal of the Buddha.

For some reason, when Jiang Yinghe held the letter in his hand, there was a sense of grief in his heart, as if the content in the letter was not good.

He pointed at the Buddha seal and injected spiritual power into the pattern of the letter. Apart from the prohibition, he took out the letter inside.

...It is said that the Zen Master Huijing of Lanruo Temple sits and turns.

Zen Master Huijing dabbled in the world, pursuing sentient beings, and didn't want to meet the Nine Infant Demon Lord of the demon race, and perish in the dust.

Jiang Yinghe had met that person before, and he remembered that it was a sex

Buddha cultivation with indifferent and gentle affection. He has experienced a lot of things like this, which is close to the end of the world, either in life or death.

He stood up, burned the obituary letter in his hand, turned his head and looked outside Baihe Yuyu, and saw a figure in a red dress sitting on an ancient pine tree branch on Qingjing Cliff, next to a nest of eggs of spirit birds.

Although Chang Ye's figure has changed like a young man, it is still full of youthfulness at the moment. With his feet hanging in the air, he seemed to be sitting on a tree and wiping his flute. The female of the ling bird stood on the edge of the nest and approached him little by little.

Long night did not move. He has worn a cinnabar red robe several times recently, and his lips are more and more set off, and his face is like a peach blossom. Even if half of his face is hidden under the mask, it does not hinder his beauty in the slightest.

The bird stopped on Chang Ye's shoulder and was not taken away.

He seemed to have the affinity of spirit beasts naturally on his body. Many small beasts that have not yet opened their minds and cannot transform themselves like to approach him, even the crane spirits at the door.

Jiang Yinghe watched for a long time, and suddenly felt that his heart was touched by something... The little apprentice is so cute and docile, no wonder he also attracts the likes of small animals.

The softness of the long night is too vivid, and the whole person is full of youthful vitality. In the past few days, when he got out of Jiang Yinghe's arms, Jiang Yinghe, who was a little unresponsive to sleep, would always be shocked by the other's prosperous beauty.

Then he was emotionally infected by his a little bit noisy liveliness, and he even became alive with his thoughts. This is really a little happy fruit.

Jiang Yinghe came to a conclusion while watching what he had just thought about. He unknowingly relaxed a lot, thinking that when he went to express condolences on behalf of Penglai, he would take Xiao Changye with him, hoping that this child would mature soon, don’t be like This is too kind and innocent now.

On the other side of the long night sitting in the tree, it seemed that the Master was looking at him, and immediately jumped off the ancient pine and popped out through the window of Bai He Yuyu.

"Master!"

Jiang Yinghe nodded. Before he could talk about it, he saw Xiao Changye clutching his sleeves, lowered his head and sniffed, and suddenly said, "Senior Brother Qin hugged you last night!"

Jiang Yinghe: "...Huh?"

Let’s not talk about how Jun'er was sitting at the lampstand reading a book when she opened her eyes today, but how the coquettish spirit that Chang Ye pierced into her arms every day, said this sentence so angrily...

Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and then saw the little apprentice crawling into the window angrily, put his arms around his waist and buried his shoulders, and confidently said: "Master, can you?

Don't be so flirty, isn't it enough for you to have night? "

Jiang Yinghe: "Water-based... Yang Hua?"

He was stunned by the opponent's waist tightly, and the words "What should I do if children always use the wrong idioms? Most of them are used to it. Just just have a meal" in his mind.

By the way, I didn't feel anything wrong with the long night. He rubbed his thin and bright collarbone through his clothes, and said pitifully: "Without a master to accompany me to sleep, Ye'er will have insomnia..."

Jiang Yinghe: "...Little bastard, is there you who talk like that?"

Chang Ye was scolded by him, and it was not sad. Instead, he looked at him with bright eyes and kissed him very happily: "Master scold me a few more words!"

Jiang Yinghe has a cold temperament on the outside and warm on the inside. He seldom used this tone to criticize others. He was inexplicably excited at Long Ye, and felt the heart beating in his chest. He wanted to use the prototype to overwhelm him and lick the master’s collarbone red. Wang Yu Strong.

Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment: "...I have never heard such a strange request."

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This time I went to Lanruo Temple again. Originally, Jiang Yinghe planned to bring Changye alone with him, but because the remaining medicine of the Seventh Acacia was still unsolved, Qin Jun's suggestion allowed the two disciples to travel with him.

In this short period of time, Jun'er took the sky thunder forcibly, forcibly entered the primordial spirit stage, abandoned a hand, and fell into a deep love and retreat alone, and he himself experienced another round of the secret medicine of the Huan Sect. The taste... It's really rare to have such twists and turns.

It was also because of the recent intensive twists and turns that Zhou Zhengping did not let Jiang Yinghe take his disciples by himself. Instead, he stuffed Yun, who had been worrying about it, to his side, and asked Junior Brother Xiaoyun to accompany his brother to Lanruo Temple.

Yun Chang, dressed in white, sat on the crane and stared quietly at his senior brother. His eyes turned on him for a long time. When Jiang Yinghe put down his teacup and looked over, he hurriedly retracted his gaze, pretending to do nothing and drank his tea. .

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you want to say?"

Yun kept leaning over, leaned over and looked at him carefully for a while, then summoned the courage to say, "Brother, your clothes..."

Jiang Yinghe wears a robe with a white crane pattern on a black background. A few crane patterns with spreading wings are embroidered on the soft, pitch-black fabric. The sleeves and **** are inlaid with two-finger-wide silver piping.

Jiang Yinghe followed his gaze and saw Junior Brother Xiaoyun stretched out his hand and gently folded the skirt of his clothes. The inside of the silver piping did not know when a heavy magic weapon restriction was added, and the word "Bingzhi" was written.

"I knew it was right!

"Yun kept poking the handwriting angrily, "Your apprentice is uneasy and kind, what is this, mark?" "

Jiang Yinghe’s clothes are all magical artifacts. If you want to change the writing, style, or pattern on them, you must add another layer of magical artifact prohibition, but this prohibition is not a seal for weapons, and it has no other effect on the clothes. .

He looked at the smoky handwriting, his first reaction turned out to be that Jun'er was boring at night, writing on his clothes... The picture was a little bit funny.

Jiang Yinghe couldn't help laughing, then coughed twice, and said: "I can't control him anymore. Qin Jun usually looks steady, how can he always do this kind of thing...I don't know what to say."

Yun kept widening his eyes: "You don't have a bottom line for a few of them, right? Respect the teacher and respect the Tao and respect the teacher..."

Before he could finish his words, Qin Jun lifted the curtain of Feiyan, and his iron-gray eyes looked over with a smile.

"Uncle Yun," he yelled for the first time, with a smile on his face, but it made people look at his back with chills. "Change the tea?"

Yun kept feeling a sense of pressure inexplicably, and swallowed: "...No, no need."

After Qin Jun put down the curtain, Yun kept taking a deep breath, wondering where his fear came from, and how he felt like being bitten by a snake for ten years and fearing a well rope.

"I have taught them well." Jiang Yinghe said, "Well, the child is older..."

Yun kept listening to the old father's sigh from his words, and after twisting his heart for a long time, he decided to risk his life and prompt: "Have you ever read the new script of the Lanling Book Building in the cultivation world."

"Ok?"

"The latest one is a blackened apprentice who traveled from other small worlds. After the blackening, he overthrew his master." Yun kept his expression serious, "then imprisoned, chained, forced, this, this, that... …"

Jiang Yinghe: "...Don't read too much script."

Yun kept knowing this was his reaction, and drank another cup of tea as wine in distress, and said quietly, "Brother Jiang, I really think you are dangerous."

It’s a pity that Jiang Yinghe knows in his heart-his eldest apprentice has restrained to that point for the sake of his beloved, and the second apprentice is a straight man with a sense of belonging. Not to mention the younger apprentice. He hasn’t grown up for so many years, and he’s already so big. One was gone, and he subconsciously threw it in his arms.

and……

Jiang Yinghe sighed softly and said, "Chang Ye is my closed disciple. I won't accept female disciples anymore. You can rest assured."

Endless clouds

: "......???? I didn't mean that!"

He looked at Senior Brother Jiang’s cold and handsome face, and lay down on the table in frustration to calm down for a while, then helplessly asked, "Are your injuries better?"

Jiang Yinghe nodded and said: "I'm fine, but I didn't expect to leave Lanruo Temple and go again. It turned out to be a condolence to a buddha who has just seen him not long ago."

"They Buddhism don't pay attention to these things." Yun kept drinking a half-warm tea. "It's not so much to see off the deceased, as it is to see the future of many cultivators in the cultivation world...More Discuss how to recover this justice from the demon Lord Jiuying."

The abbot of Zen Qing was trapped in the test of the Buddha's mind. Although the realm was there, he was powerless. This is the real reason why people from all sects went there.

The crane swayed through the sky, and an incense burner was lit next to the table, and the smoke slowly dispersed.

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It is not only Penglai who went to Lanruo Temple, but also the Yingzhou School, Medicine King Valley, Guanghan Palace and other major sects.

The relic of Zen Master Huijing stayed in the pagoda, guarded by the little novice he taught.

Jiang Yinghe looked outside the pagoda for a long time. He came alone. The little novice monk who had seen him in Yunzhou City gave him a Buddhist ceremony without saying anything.

Perhaps one day in the future, he will also suffer an accident and die on the road. This is a very common ending among monks. Even though the evil cultivation of the body of the demon a thousand years ago had become a half-step golden immortal, he did not escape the fate of fall in the end.

He just wants to go home, but how far is the way home.

In the first three hundred years of becoming a monk, he raised his sword and asked, wanting to climb above the blue clouds, and the concept of his hometown was sometimes strong and sometimes left behind. In the second three hundred years, he gradually learned to have a restrained temperament, like a cold and sharp cold sword, slowly suppressing the edge, the memory of his hometown has changed from vague to clear, but once again forgotten, until now-

Jiang Yinghe finally became a piece of jade with cold outside and warm inside, and he also reached the peak of the immortal road that he had expected thousands of years ago, but he still didn't know how to return to his hometown. This wish, which has lasted for so long, has only seen a turning point in his disciples in the past hundred years.

He is the gentle salvation of the disciples, the one who brings them to the light, and for Jiang Yinghe, they are also the hope that he does not ask for much.

Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hands and adjusted his sleeves. When he was about to go to the abbot of Chanqing, he suddenly heard the cry of several children.

He turned his head, looked into the small room beside the pagoda, and heard the soft crying inside.

"The Zen Master...Why did the Zen Master sit down... Do monsters and monsters eat and cannibalize people?"

"Monsters and beasts can eat people...Woo, I will slay demons and kill demons in the future, demons are demons! There is no good thing!"

"Correct……"

Jiang Yinghe only heard these two sentences, sighed, and when he looked back, he saw a beautiful young man standing not far from him, it was Long Night.

"Come to me specially?" Jiang Yinghe walked over and said, "Let's go, Master is slower."

Chang Ye took his hand, did not move, but suddenly asked, "Does Master feel the same way?"

"what?"

"Monster." The body protector imprint on Chang Ye's eyebrows shone slightly, and his lips seemed to be smiling, as if he was just asking casually, "Isn't there a good thing?"

Jiang Yinghe rubbed his hair and said, "It's not like this."

As soon as the words came out, the other party's nerves seemed to be tight, and he blinked at Jiang Yinghe, rubbed the palm of Master's hand, and asked, "Is Master not happy?"

Jiang Yinghe was startled: "...is it so obvious?"

"Yes." Chang Ye nodded earnestly, "Actually, monsters are also very obedient, isn't there some spirit beasts that are very popular? Master, do you like plush?"

fuzzy? ……Cat?

Jiang Yinghe subconsciously thought of the white cat raised at home. He then reacted. Now when he was not talking about this, he knocked on his forehead and said, "What do you think about in your little head every day? To talk about business matters, even if you don’t want to listen, you still have to stay in Lanruo Temple to nurture your xinxing, don’t jump like this."

Chang Ye obediently nodded along him, looking at the back of Jiang Yinghe's black robe, the smile on his lips gradually cooled.

Demon Lord Jiuying...

He searched for a long time in Shen Feng's memory for many years before he found out the name associated with it from the corner of the corner...According to the seniority of cultivation, Jiuying should call him an ancestor.

What about the despise of the world? Chang Ye drew the "broken house" of the long flute from his waist, and silently thought: What does that have to do with me? It's just a group of dust ants under their feet.

He only wants the master's likes.

As long as this person likes him, accepts him, and is willing to give him unique tenderness...

Chang Ye closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

For the first half of his long life, he lived in the fierce fire and the endless fighting of the monster race. The sober current of the world, he just wanted to live by the master’s side.

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Demon Sect.

The split of the Heavenly Demon Sect for nearly a thousand years, in a short period of time, unexpectedly produced a sign of reorganization. The leaders of the demon sect branches of their respective camps were crushed and killed. It seemed that they had an invisible and strong hand that forcibly pinched the demon gates that were originally scattered sand.

Within this short half month, several notorious Demon Cultivators died in the hands of the same person, all with one sword.

But the new leader did not show up. The person who met him was either dead or on the way to death.

Qiu Qiu stepped on the stump and broken arm on the hall of the Heavenly Demon Sect, stepped on the scattered flesh and blood, and saw a blind woman in red standing outside the bead curtain.

The blind woman in red clothes was covered with red cloth, and she was only fifteen or six years old. It was said that she was a subordinate of the new leader of the abrupt integration of the magic door.

The blind girl turned her head when she heard the voice, and said first: "Qiu Mojun."

Qiu Qiu nodded and asked, "All the pure-hearted magical artifacts that the leader wants have been delivered."

The blind woman replied, "Okay, there's Lao Qiu Demon Lord."

Qiu Qiu didn't leave immediately, but he questioned: "I don't know what the reason is, it needs so many magical pills to suppress the inner demons, could it be..."

Before he could speak, there was a sudden burst of frightening demonic energy behind the bead curtains and screens, and the violent meaning almost pierced into the bone marrow.

Qiu Qiu knelt down abruptly, feeling a mouthful of fishy sweetness over his throat, and hearing a low voice from inside.

"……roll."

He did not dare to delay immediately, swallowed the blood in his throat, suppressed his fright, and quietly exited the hall.

The author has something to say: Chang Ye: Why am I so excited to hear Master scold me QAQ

Hehe: ...abnormal.

[Two in one six thousand words to compensate everyone, the next chapter is still a zero update! (Whisper, there are only three thousand this time.)]