Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

On the day that the repairs of the Zen room were completed, Jiang Yinghe said farewell to Chan Qing.

He was dressed in a light green Taoist uniform, and the color spreading down gradually became paler as he reached the hem of his clothes. The long hair is tied in the jade crown, the plain hairpin is simple, and the cold and quiet scent can be smelled between the skirt and the sleeve.

Jian Xiu's Fengrui had already revealed his face when he was young, but until now, all those sharp auras have disappeared, leaving only a clean and introverted one.

Chan Qing looked at him up and down for a moment and said, "You don't have to go in such a hurry. Discussing the Tao with you, the poor monk will also benefit a lot."

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly and explained: "The abbot is already in trouble, and my catastrophe is approaching. Recently, the premonition has become stronger, so I shouldn't stay in Lanruo Temple, so as not to provoke others."

Zen Qing is still in the first test of the Buddha's mind. You can't easily leave Lanruo Temple, and you can't easily engage with others. He is under the shackles of these many trials, although he has a realm, but he can do nothing about many things.

Since Jiang Yinghe said so, Chanqing no longer retains people. He had a foreboding that Jiang Yinghe was worried about Dao Ancestor's separation of souls, and he reminded him: "The poor monk once said to Xianjun that it is fate or catastrophe, and it all depends on your own mind. If the mind of the Xianjun is unclear..."

"it's not true."

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, slowly covering his heart with his fingertips, and sighed softly, "It is because of my heart that I hesitated."

"Amitabha Buddha." Chanqing said, "The poor monk knows what you are afraid of, and may accept it, but there is no need for results."

He meant something: "The sword immortal from the early days, the swordsmanship passed down all over the world, claimed to have been rewarded in his life, and has not changed his life. But all the records of later generations are written about the early death of this senior Taoist companion. The person is missing."

While Jiang Yinghe was thinking silently, the person on the other side said again: "Perhaps, it's Xianjun...you are not tempted enough."

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It was another light rain on the day he bid farewell to Lanruo Temple.

Midsummer nights often have rain showers, rainy nights are prone to dreams.

Jiang Yinghe did not choose to return with the escape technique. Although he could return to the martial art within a few hours of incense using the escape method or flying magical instruments, he hired a carriage and entered the world of the world from the clean land of Buddhism. in.

He needs to sort out his thoughts slowly, and more importantly, his catastrophe is violent, and it always gives him a not-so-good premonition. Jiang Yinghe intends to go back to Penglai to retreat, so he wants to take a look in the red dust, which may serve as a reference for the things he is facing.

The sound of rain obscures hearing.

When Jiang Yinghe felt someone approaching, the white kitten had been sitting there waiting for a long time.

He raised his head and saw that Chang Ye's original fluffy white tail still had blood stains that had not dried, and the tip of the tail was dyed red. Those bright and round cat eyes looked at him for a moment.

Jiang Yinghe deliberately ignored him, lowered his head and continued to carve the seal characters into the jade slips, and when he arranged the sword notation word by word, he heard an extremely aggrieved and extremely faint meow.

The carriage was a bit swaying. It was a common product, and it was illegally distorted. The horse that drove was also a casually hired horse, walking very idle.

The sound of rain is pattering, and it is difficult to hear this cry if it is not for a keen hearing.

Jiang Yinghe looked the same, thinking that the abbot said that he shouldn't be spoiled all the time, so he rested his heart in his arms and just continued to carve the jade slips.

There was a small white paw, cautiously leaning over, and then patted Jiang Yinghe's clothes.

Seeing that he didn't react, the cat stepped on his little paw anxiously, leaning over and rubbing his leg back and forth, accompanied by a soft and pitiful meow.

...Ignore him.

Chang Ye is a little skeptical, Master only likes them, not himself.

Now, no matter how ruthless the root is missing as an excuse, he can't get Jiang Yinghe's recognition. He can't express his anxiety. He thinks of feeding other children to eat cakes while in that temple. The jealousy is overflowing, and he is so sour. People are flooded.

The kitten lay on the edge of Jiang Yinghe's clothes, his tail hooked to his ankles, and his round black eyes began to glow again. He meowed softly, and the small meat cushion began to crawl on his legs.

...Why don't you look at me.

The little white cat shed tears when she was wronged, and forcibly held it back. Climbing up from the edge of Jiang Yinghe's Taoist suit, drilling upwards while probing, struggling to plunge into the arms of the master.

Jiang Yinghe's hand engraving the jade slip paused for a while, converging his consciousness from the sword book, and swept the harmless kitten in his arms.

The cat first found a comfortable place in the arms of the master to lie down for a while, and then a little bit about to move, unable to stop his desire to be rua hairy and lick his tail.

He likes Jiang Yinghe's hands so much. They are slender and frosty, with thin knuckles, and the color is so transparent that they can reflect the faint blood vessels under the flesh. The fingertips become red when licked...

The kitten made up his mind, hopefully approached Jiang Yinghe's wrist, first hooked it with his tail, and then slowly approached, rubbing his small head against his wrist.

Jiang Yinghe is rubbed by the soft touch of plush

With one hand, the tip of the cat's ear swept over and rubbed it against the palm.

Jiang Yinghe shifted his gaze and focused on the kitten.

Long Ye rubbed like a porcelain, his tail was wrapped around his wrist, and he made two meows gently, tempting him with the white fluff all over his body.

How could Jiang Yinghe be overthrown by this temptation? His three views on integrity, active health, upright, gentleman, and exemplary... just touch it.

Jiang Yinghe put down the jade slip, and slowly rubbed his cute head in the cat's expectant eyes, stroking it back one after another.

The cat was so comfortable that she lay down firmly in his arms, feeling the faint fragrance of Master's body spreading, and his slender and cool fingertips, stroking them on his back, the sea of ​​vinegar in his heart finally relieved Some.

Jiang Yinghe slowly rubbed his little ears, but didn't notice this little fairy's happily dangling tail. At this moment, the car curtain suddenly lifted up.

The rain outside suddenly became louder, and then suddenly faint as the curtain fell.

Li Huanhan got into the car, glanced at the spoiled cat on his lap, and said, "The city ahead is Los Angeles, neighboring the Yingzhou faction. I will arrive before dawn."

Jiang Yinghe said with an "um", and said, "Jun'er is outside?"

"Yes." Li Huanhan seemed to point, "Qin Jun said that he saw a cat sneaking in and was afraid that he might catch Master."

Jiang Yinghe heard the meaning, felt that he was angry with himself, and was quite funny, and replied, "Then why didn't he stop him."

"He said," Li Huanhan replaced the tea on the small case with a new one, in a calm tone, "This cat is used to shamelessly and will come to you to complain."

The little white cat lying on Jiang Yinghe's lap gave a cold snort, raised his head and hugged Mao Mao's hand, and licked it under the tip of his tongue.

Soft thorns fall down, some scratches, but it is not painful, but itchy.

As soon as Jiang Yinghe wanted to withdraw his hand, he felt his other hand being held. He raised his eyes and saw Li Huanhan handing the re-brewed tea into his palm, exuding the familiar fragrance of tea.

"Enshi Yulu." Li Huanhan said.

This is the taste cultivated on Qingjing Cliff for many years, and Li Huanhan remembers everything that Master likes very deeply.

Jiang Yinghe moisturized his throat with tea water, and as soon as he put the tea cup down, he saw the big apprentice in front of him staring at him intently, and said, "Master..."

"Ok?"

Those **** eyes stared at Jiang Yinghe's thin lips moistened by the tea, and suddenly they approached, and the tone of voice fell along with the hot breath.

"Can I kiss you?"

Jiang Ying

Crane was almost stunned by the straight ball. He was taken aback, his heart jumped wildly, even the roots of his ears were red.

Li Huanhan didn't get the immediate consent, but he didn't receive the signal of rejection. The tighter he leaned, the more he could realize how confused the other party's mood was in the gradual blending and entanglement of the breath.

After all, Jiang Yinghe had been single for so many years, and he had just confirmed his intentions. When he said that, his ears were red. After hesitating, he raised his head slightly and kissed him lightly.

The white cat in his arms exploded its tail hair, jumped up with a meow, and then was pushed down by Li Huanhan with one hand, and was caught between the two.

Jiang Yinghe thought about breaking things when touched, but he didn't get his wish. The opponent's reaction was extremely fast, and in the next moment he held his lips, gently rubbed a few times with the tip of his teeth, and dived in.

His old wounds were not healed, Jiang Yinghe half put his shoulders on his shoulders, and wanted to hide back, but Li Huanhan didn't give him a chance to hide, and kissed him all the way through his lips, disturbing his breath.

Jiang Yinghe's ears were not only red, but even his mind was blank. He wrapped the opponent's neck to prevent himself from being overwhelmed, but he was constantly forced to retreat by this kind of deep kiss mixed with possessiveness.

...... This person looks gentle and intimate and speaks, how, how can he be so fierce.

Jiang Yinghe didn't have any love experience. The only few kisses were when the other party took the initiative, and the corners of his eyes slowly turned red, until Li Huanhan parted his lips and reminded him in a low voice, "Master, take a breath."

Jiang Yinghe leaned back, breathing slowly, staring at him with complicated eyes for a long while, before asking for a long time: "Why are you so capable."

When he looks back, he must check to see if the Blood River Demon Sovereign had any priests, furnaces, lovers...Is there any history of romance, or Yulu love...

At the moment when he had this idea, Li Huanhan didn't retreat, but kissed him gently, and said, "Does the master want to teach this too?"

"……what?"

"Human Fengyue." The **** eyes were dim in color and the tone was dumb. "It turns out that the master will also teach you about the bedclothes."

"...I'm not..." Jiang Yinghe said halfway through, and suddenly remembered that he might not be the one below, even if it is a mighty soul-separating soul, so cold, gentle and considerate, Jun'er is so sensible, even a noisy little one. My apprentice, now it's just a little cat...

And he is still considered an elder, if he teaches on this kind of thing... well, it must be on it too.

Jiang Yinghe didn't know where the confidence came from, thought for a moment, and said: "...

This is not impossible. "

Li Huanhan touched his lips with his fingers, rubbed the **** of his fingers a few times, and whispered: "It's red again."

"You dare to say it."

Jiang Yinghe brushed off his hand, lowered his head to pull up the long night between the two of them, which was about to become a cat cake, watching the little white cat weeping angrily, and comfortingly smoothed the kitten's back.

Long Ye was caught in the middle of the two of them, and he also witnessed his love rivals and his sweetheart. He was afraid of scratching the master and didn't dare to resist too much. Life was too difficult, and now he could almost cry to the point of tears.

The cat sobbed and acted like a baby, holding Master's fingers and not loosening his claws.

"It's still cold." Jiang Yinghe blasted Mao Shun on the white cat's back and heard the night rain pattering outside the carriage, "How did you... know?"

He was talking about the three souls in one body.

"I had a hunch before, and it was confirmed by the Buddha."

Jiang Yinghe nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Premonition? Is there a sign of fusion?"

Li Huanhan nodded lightly, and said, "I confirmed with Qin Jun. It started when...they had an fascinating thought for Master."

Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Is it related to me?"

"Yes." Li Huanhan said, "As for the part of the long night...maybe it's too far apart, and there is no fusion reaction yet."

The sad kittens opened their eyes, as if only realizing what they were talking about.

Jiang Yinghe responded and didn't ask any more. Afterwards, his hand was held by the opponent, the demon energy of the body of the heavenly demon was not concealed in front of him.

"Actually... I am not reconciled."

Jiang Yinghe looked at him blankly.

"If I am only one-third of a soul, then my past...what is it."

Li Huanhan seemed to just say these words very casually, and did not have a heavy tone. On the contrary, he was extremely calm, almost like saying that tonight's wind and rain had blown the flowers.

"But I'm very lucky again."

He clenched the hand that was not in Shunmao tightly and held it up, with just the right amount of strength.

"Master does not have to choose, there will always be me."

Those bright red eyes are often silent, like whirlpools. Only when you look at Jiang Yinghe can you experience a touch of moving emotion from the tranquility to the stagnant gaze.

Jiang Yinghe vaguely touched what was under the abyss, a piece of tenderness.

"If it weren't, I'm afraid you won't choose me." Li Huanhan said, "I did a lot of wrong things. Impulsive, violent, reckless...I almost became the person I didn't want to be the last."

Li Huanhan lowered his head and lightly kissed the back of his hand.

Just like that night, he stayed in Baiheyuyu all night, cherishing timidity and vigorous greed constantly blending and merging.

He is a person who has been sunk in the darkness for a long time, and his heart is condensed into ice.

It was in Master’s body that I felt warmth for the first time.

"If you don't be reconciled, I will accept it." Li Huanhan slowly hugged him and pressed his shoulders, his voice hoarse. "There is always a feast in the world, but I will never leave you."

Jiang Yinghe was held tightly by him, and slowly returned to hug him, avoiding his injured place, thought for a moment, and said: "Since I have chosen you as an apprentice, I will be responsible. And..."

He was actually embarrassed to say such a thing.

"Huanhan is the most gentle person I have ever seen." His words paused slightly, "I actually..."

Before he could speak, the long night between the two of them was squeezed into cat cakes suddenly came out, the hair that had just been smoothly exploded again, the meat pad stepped on both sides of the master’s neck, raised his head and meowed, leaning over He blocked his lips.

... His words were lost by the cat.

The little white cat stubbornly kissed, then hung it around Jiang Yinghe's shoulder, nestled between his neck, and barked his teeth violently at Li, but then he acted like a coquettish with Master with tears in his eyes, soft and soft. Kissed him on the neck and whispered.

If it's a split soul...

Chang Ye quickly processed this information, suppressed all negative emotions, and took the lead in finding the best point from it.

... Then anyway, Master has my share.

The kitten was consciously righteous, and just about to continue acting like a baby, his senior brother pinched the nape of the neck.

"Don't hang there." Li Huanhan said ruthlessly, "You are too heavy."

Kitty was taken aback for a moment, looked at him incredulously, seemingly shocked by the evaluation of "Shen".

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Qin Jun knew what they were making noise on the carriage.

During the night, there was silence on both sides, and there was no magic in it, so there was a lot of noise.

Because the road was not smooth, the horse was a normal horse, and he did not get into the wagon when he walked the road at night.

Until arriving in Los Angeles.

The itinerary was slower than expected. Before arriving in Los Angeles, it was still a good night's sleep. Qin Jun knocked on the wall of the car and asked Li Huanhan to come out for him.

After waiting for a while, Li Huanhan lifted the curtain and said, "Master is asleep, the wind is cold and Yehan, don't get too close."

"I know." Qin Jun glanced at him, "In the second half, just

Even if it was a summer night, I should close the door. "

"You don't need to close the door. Although it's spacious, it's not very ventilated." Li Huanhan was extremely dissatisfied with this, but because it was Jiang Yinghe's pick, he didn't say much, "Look at the long night."

"Tsk." Qin Jun snorted without answering.

The carriage resumed.

Qin Jun took off his cloak that had been tainted with the cold, and then sat down next to Jiang Yinghe after transitioning from his coldness.

Evil spirits are not sleepy.

The scheming cat was nestled in Master's arms, pressed by one hand, and it seemed to sleep soundly.

But Qin Jun knew that this was just what it looked like. The moment he came in, the cat's ears trembled, and he had already noticed it.

Qin Jun ignored it, but sat next to the master, as if habitually, and as if simply could not rest his hands, picked up the strands of Jiang Yinghe's hair scattered around his ears.

This is what he learned from the human race, and he became a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

He didn't realize his childishness, but felt that the meaning was very good, and he liked it very much.

He weaved his gray hair into that strand of black hair.

There was no movement in the long night, and Qin Jun didn't bother to care about him. Just as he was about to finish fiddling with the black hair in his hand, the people around him suddenly whispered a few words and changed his posture.

Qin Jun let go of his hand and waited for him to finish before continuing.

It looks good no matter how you look at it. He deserves to be someone he likes.

This evil spirit trusts his eyes very much. He leaned over, hearing Jiang Yinghe seemed to feel him beside him, whispering vaguely.

"...Jun'er."

"Yeah." Fortunately, Li Huanhan or Changye was not called, which made people feel relieved.

"Discuss it...I want to be on it..."

Qin Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly, staring at his thin white neck and licking his fangs.

I don't know what Master had dreamed of, but he actually said something like this.

He bowed his head slightly, kissed the master's eyebrows, and asked in a low voice: "Are you going to be on top?"

"……Ok……"

"Okay." Qin Jun continued without changing his face, "I'm in you, okay?"

Jiang Yinghe seemed to hesitate with restraint, but he was actually asleep, he didn't turn a corner, and only slowly responded for a long while.

"……Ok……"

The author has something to say: Hehe, do you know what you have promised?

[Kiss Mom’s Worry]

I saw the comment section saying that the school is about to start in the afternoon, and I am afraid that you will not see the update in the evening, so this chapter is updated at 9 o'clock in the morning in advance, kiss you~ happy to follow the text, and study also to improve!