Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Penglai.

A candle was burning in the hall.

The candlelight swayed slowly in front of the eyes, dragging out a ghost.

The people beside him called a second time, and Yan Caiwei hurriedly withdrew her gaze, and said, "Brother."

Just then, the soul lamp placed in Penglai went out and the life card was broken.

The white cranes on the Qingjing Cliff were hovering constantly, and the cry tore the vocal cords and pierced the clouds, almost desolate.

Yan Caiwei nodded in a daze, and continued: "I will go to investigate... Junior Brother Jiang won't be in Los Angeles, there must be another reason."

She leaned on the chair and got up, her mind was still empty, she couldn't accept what was in front of her, and she didn't even really feel the pain.

Yan Caiwei held down the bell on her waist and retracted her fingers from the magic weapon, then looked back at Zhou Zhengping.

The head brother's eyebrows are tired, like a frozen statue, with the whisk on the table, and the color is cold.

The Penglai Hall, which has always been bright, flows dullly with an extremely dignified aura, like an invisible cloud, pressing in my heart.

At the next moment when the world was a foregone conclusion, endless dark red clouds suddenly condensed in the clear sky outside the temple. A figure descended from between the red clouds and stepped into the temple alone.

Yan Caiwei walked for a while and looked at the approacher.

Li Huanhan was dressed in a mysterious robe, his sleeves were dull and dull, like a cold night without stars and moon, behind him was a long scarlet cloak.

The cloak was stained with blood, and blood stains were drawn on the floor in the hall.

Under Yan Caiwei's gaze, the person in front of him walked to the case and put the silk-wrapped thing in his hand on top, right next to the dust on Zhou Zhengping's hand.

In the compelling silence, there is only Yan Caiwei's low and whispering tone.

"what is this?"

She looked at the other party and raised her hand, pulled away the plain white silk, revealing two broken swords inside.

The material of Wangchen Sword is solid ice. Only because of Jiang Yinghe's presence, it is so sharp and famous all over the world. But now, it's just two pieces of broken ice.

The ice hasn't melted, but there are still traces of water flowing out.

As soon as he saw Broken Sword, Zhou Zhengping, who had always been less sensual, finally couldn't hold it, spit out a mouthful of blood accumulated between the internal organs, and was then supported by Yan Caiwei's arm.

Zhou Zhengping raised his eyes and watched Li Huanhan take out the sword pendant that was once tied to the Wangchen Sword and reattach it to it.

The old look of the past, vaguely before the eyes.

This is his catastrophe.

It is also his love.

Zhou Zhengping closed his eyes deeply and heard

Li Huanhan let out a slight sound.

"We have protected his reincarnation."

He lowered his head, his tone of voice couldn't hear any emotions, but he was holding people's hearts sinking and sinking.

"I'll go find him... Please head, put the Wangchen sword back to Baihe Yuyu."

When the words fell, Zhou Zhengping looked at him for a long time before silently nodding.

He watched Li Huanhan turn around and leave, calmed his mind for a while, and then said to Yan Caiwei, "Blink the clock."

Yan Caiwei was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "Since Junior Brother has a chance to reincarnate, there is no need to ring the bell... He will return to Penglai!"

"Yeah." Zhou Zhengping said, "bumped twelve times."

According to Penglai's rules, eleven times are the bells of the fall of the fairy, and twelve times are the bells of the elders in the gate.

Yan Caiwei was stunned for a moment, then she felt relieved, nodded silently, no more words.

The Penglai bell tolls twelve, resounding through the entire cultivation world, and all the people in power of the sects have known the news of Jiang Yinghe's retreat.

In the Netherworld, the river flows, and the ghosts rush to the opposite side of the river bank. The ferryman puts on the robes and points to the ghost girl beside him to paint a boat on the Styx River, telling her that it is the place where the lord lives.

The frontier fortress of Ten Thousand Monsters was bustling. Xue Qianqian, the snow fox who walked here from the snowy field, stopped at the market, listening to the deer boss telling about the strange anecdotes he had seen, telling the story of the heavenly venerable and his beautiful rabbit monster.

In the Celestial Demon Cult, the black snake entrenched on the edge of the blood pool opened his blood eyes and looked up as if feeling, but only could see the dense curtain made of pearls and jade.

The chanting of Lanruo Temple did not stop all day long, but stopped abruptly at the moment of the bell ringing. The little monk Kongjing sat opposite Chanqing and copied the Buddhist scriptures when he saw the Buddhist beads in the hands of the abbot.

"Abbot?" The little monk opened his black and round eyes, "What's wrong?"

Zen Qing was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said nothing.

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Three hundred and seventy-five years later.

Jinghua, Ruiwang Mansion.

The well-dressed maid shuttles back and forth, the incense slowly diffuses, and a soft fragrance diffuses in the room.

A maid wearing a snake bun closed the door, gestured to the girls around her lips, and walked a little farther, then said: "His Royal Highness Rui is still feverish. He just took the medicine and stopped. You go. Farther."

The little girls nodded obediently and walked away. The previous maid walked two steps away with satisfaction, and only a few steps away, she heard the creak of the door.

She turned to look around and saw a white fluffy cattail, she knew that it was the cat raised by His Royal Highness King Rui had entered. She did not worry, but closed it again.

Door door.

Rui Nao fragrant tablets were burned in the hall, and the scent obscured the smell of medicine.

The little white cat walked a few steps forward, licked its paws, then jumped onto the bed, spread out the cat's paws on the corner of the quilt, and raised its tail to hook the long hair of the person on the bed.

His hair is pitch black and soft, trapped in the pale quilt, very eye-catching.

Jiang Yinghe was awakened by the kitten and slowly carried him into his arms, his hot cheeks pressed against the soft cat ears, and his voice was low: "I'm sleepy, don't make trouble."

The little white cat was lying in his arms, her dark eyes were watching him. After a while, the cat leaned against his ear and the temperature became warmer.

Jiang Yinghe burned a little confused, and vaguely heard a soft and sweet voice in his ear, which sounded slowly.

"Sick? You are so hot."

Of course he is sick. Jiang Yinghe closed his eyes and thought that he was the last brother of the new emperor. If he hadn't been ill for three days, he would have been killed by the feudal regime.

"Don't rub..." he said in a low voice, "I have taken medicine, so sleepy..."

It seemed that something was gently brushing his ears, and Jiang Yinghe heard a slightly depressed, but extremely careful word.

"Do you want to... leave here?"

……leave here? Get out of suspended animation? He is already preparing...

Jiang Yinghe reacted in a daze for a while, half-opened his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and suddenly returned to the cage.

In his arms is a young man in red, half of his face is wearing a mask, but the half that is exposed is very beautiful and handsome. His hair is covered with cat ears, and his thick and soft tail is hooked. Waist, looking over with shining eyes at this moment, revealing pointed teeth.

... Where's his cat.

He put it here, where is such a big cat?

Jiang Yinghe's mind was blank for a moment, and he worked hard to sink his heart, and calmly asked: "You are..."

"I am a demon." Long Ye looked at him for a moment.

...... It was so easy to admit, I haven't asked yet.

In the short time when Jiang Yinghe was stunned, the young man in red raised his hand, brushing his fingertips across the mark on his brow, and whispered: "What should I do to remind you of me."

On Jiang Yinghe's forehead, there is a faint cinnabar mark that resembles a flowing cloud, which has existed since birth. Because of this imprint, the queen father and mother loved him very much during his lifetime and regarded him as the next monarch.

It's just that he doesn't want to fight for power, it's all a thing of the past.

Jiang Yinghe was caught by this sentence

The words touched his heart, as if something invisible was beating on the tip of his heart, trembling chaotic strings.

At the same time, since he was born...no, the system in front of him suddenly lit up from the time he passed, and a mechanized beep sounded.

"Focus on target-Ajiang Purification System is for you."

The Ajiang purification system sounds like a software for anti-pornography and illegality. But I haven't watched it ring for so many years. Today is the first time.

The purpose of this system is repeated every year, saying that it purifies and integrates every strategic target that is physically and mentally broken, and there is also a black status bar next to it.

The boy in red in front of him is only half of the black progress.

Jiang Yinghe watched the people in front of him get closer, not knowing whether he should think about a change in his worldview, or he should call for help immediately.

In this brief moment of hesitation, the other party's lips gradually came up.

Jiang Yinghe stared at him blankly. The first reaction was not to push people away. His heart that had been beating from a moment ago suddenly stagnated, and the deepening breath of the kiss sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

This breath affected the half of the demon pill in his body, and the demon pill was connected, as if breaking through some shackles, making Jiang Yinghe's original calm mind more and more chaotic, and some memories were broken and poured into the water.

He held Chang Ye’s shoulders, pressed down by the demon turned into by this white cat, and kissed his lips. The most surprising thing was not this, but his vague memories, which seemed to appear in the kiss for an instant. Picture.

The corners of Jiang Yinghe's eyes were red, and he felt that he couldn't change his breath. When he was about to suffocate him, the other party suddenly parted his lips.

He looked at the other party, the cold and translucent eyes, like stars, faintly brilliance, and some light red appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Respite undecided.

In his empty soul, it seemed as if the sound of questioning sounded from afar.

He moved his eyes, and subconsciously said: "Ye'er?"

The long night's action suddenly stopped.

"Do you think of me?"

The subconscious only controlled it for a moment. Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, thinking as he said: "I remembered a little bit... it feels a little messy."

His memory ended at the moment he was struck to death by lightning, and when he remembered it again, it stopped at the moment he was struck to death by lightning.

It was too miserable, and his head was chopped to death. How many sins did he commit?

It takes a while to accept this setting, but fortunately Jiang Yinghe was instilled with the two settings of traversal and system from the moment he was born. At this moment, the third one suddenly appeared, although it is not.

It can be understood right away, but it won't be particularly troublesome.

Compared with this, if he is really a reincarnated person, what happened to the memory of the earth before crossing, a protected file that is not affected by formatting?

He even considered this level in a divergent way. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the people in front of him looked cautiously, just like the white cat when he first saw it.

"Ye'er." The name was so smooth, he blurted out, he was so used to it. Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and tapped his forehead, "Are we... Taoists?"

Those memories are too messy, the part he remembered is chaotic and mottled, only the emotions toward everyone are pure and sincere. He slowly accepted the sudden setting, feeling that his xinxing was gradually being cleaned up between the emergence of memories, and the dust that had been covered by the mundane experience for more than ten years was swept away.

Long Ye was stunned.

The light shone, and a dim gleam crossed between his long hair. The eyebrows seem to be a bit estranged from time to time, but they have taken off their cold and lonely shell in the world, revealing a gentle and pure and full heart.

It is like the cold dew in the middle of spring hanging on the white plum when the light snow melts.

Obviously, he has spent the past ten years in the dust. Long Ye felt that the other party became more and more crystal clear and eternal.

He covered his heart, and countless voices rang in his ears-this is a good time, as long as he admits it, he is the righteous Taoist partner of the other party.

If it were the past, Long Ye will never let go of such an opportunity.

But behind these mixed sounds, Long Ye heard his own heartbeat growing silently.

"No." He leaned over and kissed each other, and whispered, "You are my master."

He became more and more alike to the other two people, and even this kind of melancholy and calm response...The monster beast who was originally greedy by nature would also have this kind of cherished and unbearable mood.

Chang Ye laughed mockingly, but then hugged Jiang Yinghe and put his head on his shoulders. The fluffy tail wrapped around his waist, circling and turning around his waist, with a sweet and greasy tail. Intimacy taste.

Jiang Yinghe was first kissed by the cat who became a human, and then hugged him again, but he couldn't get angry at all, and even subconsciously hugged the other person back and habitually raised his hand. , Slowly stroked his back.

This is a comforting action.

It is his eternal gentleness.

Long Ye endured and endured, and finally was overwhelmed by the sourness in his heart, and swallowed his crying cavity against his shoulders, but still with warm tears.

It was the thin clothes that soaked Jiang Yinghe's body.

"I miss you so much."

He couldn't help acting like a coquettish, his pretentious attitude reappeared, but he no longer had the slightest bit of deception. Every word was branded in his heart, over and over again, almost engraved into the soul.

"Ye'er really misses Master... before you, your body is too young, I dare not scare you. But I...I..."

Long Ye couldn't speak any longer, and reluctantly stopped talking, and hugged him tightly.

"Master, let's leave here. Have you always wanted to leave here? How much do you remember?"

Jiang Yinghe didn't actually think of it much. More details are like sinking under the water surface, covered by the shimmering fine lines, only the thunder that killed him is very clear, and after the thunder, the beast turned into a beast and split the inner core. The scene given to him.

It was too much, he thought it was really a little cat.

As if he had done it thousands of times before, Jiang Yinghe thought, habitually raising his hand and rubbing the top of Long Ye's soft hair.

"I don't remember much...maybe it's going to take my time."

He still remembered that this purification system didn't seem to be called by this name?

While Jiang Yinghe was thinking about it, the young man in red in front of him leaned down and re-applied his cheeks, and said with some worry: "It's still very hot. Let's go back to Penglai early. According to my experience, the restoration will be quick of……"

But it is easy to repeat the same mistakes.

Just like the three of them, even if they have been rebuilt, none of them have found a way to be in harmony. Maybe they are divided in spirit and they are not qualified to be in harmony at all.

And the master is also, you must recognize your sincerity in order to be fearless to ask questions and go further.

When he shook the other half of the demon pill in his body just now, it had already dispelled the sickness on his body. The remaining heat was actually harmless, it was just worrying to hold it.

Chang Ye kissed his eyelashes and said, "Master, take a break... Ye'er is with you."

The author has something to say: Hehe: I applied for Tianlei to give me a VIP aristocratic user.

Heavenly Way: Dismissed.

Change it to update at 9 o'clock in the morning, otherwise I can't sleep when I read the comments at night, and I can't sleep with a few complaints. The glass heart is glass QAQ.