Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Outside the Baihe Yuyu Profound Gate, He Ling raised Xiang and opened his eyes sleepily, and saw a few teenagers in cyan disciple costumes staying outside the door.

Among the disciples of Penglai's new entry, most of them are from a family of cultivation, and they have inherited from an early age in the family, so they have more knowledge than others. Naturally, they also have some knowledge of Xuanwei, who disappeared nearly four hundred years ago. Heard.

It's just that he has been in retreat for four hundred years, and only now has a little movement. This time the head of Zhou ordered a few of them to come and meet the elders, which is indeed unprecedented.

However, although Xuanwei Xianjun himself has been in seclusion for many years, the disciples under his seat are quite famous in the cultivation world. When the elders of Penglai Xianmen retreat one after another, the Yingzhou faction came to provoked once and let the fairy sit down. Li Huanhan squeezed back with a sword.

The rumors in recent years have become more and more outrageous. Many people say that there are Li Huanhan and Qin Jun. Even if Jiang Xianjun fails to leave the customs, it will not hinder Penglai's status, and the closed disciple of Jiang Xianjun has finally finally Appear inside the door.

Several young and energetic young langs all dressed in Taoist suits, with swords behind them, each looked at each other, and their expressions were a little nervous. Among them, the bolder and naughty one approached first, approached He Ling and asked a few words.

"Crane Xian'er," the young man said familiarly, "You help us through a message, I will feed you Lingguo, okay?"

He Ling glanced at him unhurriedly, then called twice. The thick profound door opened with it, and inside it was blocked by a long screen of sunrise from the Five Mountains.

There is an endless soft fragrance inside.

A few younger generations who were born late did not dare to make times, but they couldn't restrain the curiosity in their hearts, and stepped forward one after another. The one in the lead was about to speak, and suddenly felt a strong sense of imminent danger.

On his spine, there was a cold sweat instantly, his hair standing upright, subconsciously looking for the source of the crisis, and when his gaze shifted away, he realized the sense of extreme danger, as if it came from... a cat.

On the edge of the long screen at Wuyue Sunrise, there was a cat with white body and black eyes. His whole body was covered with fluffy hair. The tail swayed slightly, like a big broomstick.

At the moment when one person and one cat meet, all the crises seem to disappear into the invisible again like an illusion.

Afterwards, the screen was pushed aside by one hand, revealing the plain robes and hem, as well as a cold and alienated slight chill. Several people looked towards the edge of the screen, and they all stayed for a while.

Jiang Yinghe didn't expect this

Several children came so quickly, it is estimated that the senior brother in charge had pointed out, and there was no time to carefully organize their dresses, only Yuguan Changfu came forward.

The clothes on his body are plain and unadorned, with only the faint patterns of flowing clouds appearing from time to time. He took a rare jade whisk in his hand and put it on his arm casually. After he took his seat, he glanced at a few people lightly. .

The juniors woke up like a dream, seemingly just regaining their senses, trying to restrain their minds, and when they were about to ask for advice, they were stared at by another sudden hostility and made their scalp numb.

The mysterious door moved a little, and Qin Jun entered inside, glanced at the few people in Penglai's disciple's clothes in surprise, and naturally returned to Jiang Yinghe's side and put a few books on the table.

I don't know why, everything has just begun, but there is a feeling of twists and turns and danger.

The leading disciple swallowed hard, and finally said what he had said, and saw Xuanwei Xianjun nodded gently and said: "I heard that your sword formation is well practiced. "

This is what Senior Brother Zhou told him. Jiang Yinghe will naturally not embarrass such a young junior, and he is ready to choose what they are best at to give guidance on the exam.

Suddenly, several people nodded like chickens pecking rice, and looked at him with slightly complicated and indescribable gazes.

Although Jiang Yinghe thought it was a little strange, he didn't care too much. He glanced at the books that Jun'er had brought over, and asked them to practice it out casually.

After reading the title of the book, he raised his eyes to look at the people on the opposite side, ready to concentrate on fulfilling his responsibilities as a teacher. After all, his dignity as a teacher has made these unfilial filial dams almost harmed. It is a rare opportunity.

Qin Jun sat beside him without saying a word, with a small smile on his lips, as if he didn't mind at all. The little white cat on the side also jumped on Jiang Yinghe's knee and buried it in his arms, as if he didn't bother to intimidate them.

After several people had finished showing, Jiang Yinghe briefly pointed out the advantages and disadvantages, only to hear the mosquito-like voices among the younger generations.

"Jiang, Xianjun Jiang..."

Jiang Yinghe looked up and heard a child blushing, and asked with great courage: "Are you still accepting disciples?"

The coquettish white cat in her arms paused.

The action of Qin Jun drinking tea next to him stopped briefly.

Countless messages flashed in Jiang Yinghe's mind. For the personal safety of himself and the other party, he immediately said: "This seat is no longer accepting disciples. Go ahead."

He had a premonition that something was going to happen.

Fortunately, under his timely remedial action, among the younger generation of Penglai

His excellent disciple walked out of Qingjing Cliff intact, without being damaged by any vinegar jar. And your own personal safety should also...

His thoughts stopped abruptly. Seeing the mysterious door opened, the few children who had left were obediently bowing to the senior brother, while Li Han turned a deaf ear to his eyes and looked over.

...Why did he look at me with the eyes of Hongxing going out of the wall?

Jiang Yinghe was silent for a moment, watched Li Huanhan walk in, asked something in his usual tone, and then asked about the progress of recasting the Wangchen Sword.

The calmer he was, the more Jiang Yinghe felt a subtle sense of crisis. After repeating the steps of casting the sword, he suddenly felt the cat in his arms being carried away mercilessly by a hand.

Chang Ye was thrown to the ground by Li Huanhan's backhand. He turned his head awkwardly, and when he saw the demon leaning over indiscriminately, he forced a kiss and hugged the master's waist and took the person into his arms.

There is simply no king's law.

Jiang Yinghe also had this sentence in his mind.

Isn't this person jealous who doesn't teach the Basic Law? Obviously knowing that those are just the righteous juniors who met him for the first time, so he has no tolerance at all?

Jiang Yinghe was forced to hug the opponent back, pulling his collar apart a bit, breathing out unevenly, and said: "What's crazy again?...Um...!"

The degree of fusion stopped at twelve, and there was no sign of any movement. The system was silent, and I was so familiar with this scene that I could no longer be familiar with it, and even wanted to come out and applaud.

Jiang Yinghe's lips were all red by him, and he made a little room to say: "...The same after purification? You don't make sense..."

If Li Huanhan represents innate authenticity, it means that the Taoist companion he met in his previous life, the Taoist ancestor before the separation of souls, is inherently the kind of madness that his brain is not very good, especially when he encounters himself. .

His lips were licked again, and only then did he hear the other's suppressed breathing in a very low tone: "They like you."

"Do you think everyone is the same as you?"

Jiang Yinghe could hardly speak. He couldn't find a word when he wanted to scold him, so he could only stretch his hand to the side to ask for help: "...Jun'er."

Qin Jun really took hold of his hand, his cold fingers intertwined with the slender white knuckles, and he took him from Li Huanhan's arms in a very effective manner, and he sorted out the messy hair of the other party, and said with a steady attitude: "Li Huanhan is too ridiculous."

Jiang Yinghe nodded, just as he was about to calmly praise the other party, he heard Qin Jun serious in front of him.

Authentic: "There are only two at most."

"..."

"The person who asked," Qin Jun leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "I must like you."

"..."

I really stabbed the vinegar essence.

Only at this time can Jiang Yinghe clearly feel that they are alone, especially at this crisis when thinking about it is painful, and the system also pops up a wonderful integration task.

"Convergence task four: Double repair and multiplayer sports with the divided souls, and participate in the avenue together. It can increase the degree of integration."

Jiang Yinghe pushed his hand away and stopped for a moment, recalling the yellow ones they made and the double repair cheats sent by Tong Guiyu, the four words "Gongshen Avenue" were constantly echoing in his mind.

... What kind of road is this?

He just stopped for a while before being hugged by Qin Jun into the screen and placed on the soft couch.

Jiang Yinghe learned from his previous experience and said: "The recasting of Wangchen Sword..."

"No hurry, you need to eliminate the spirit of Wuchen, there must be a buffer period for a period of time."

The few books that Qin Jun had brought over were ancient books about castings, and it was not unusual to know the process.

Jiang Yinghe stayed quietly for a while, and then said: "My generation of cultivators should not indulge in double-fixing shortcuts, eager for quick success..."

"As a master, doing the second revision is really just a delay of effort. And..."

His breath came over, and his tone sounded in a low voice.

"It's been a long time since the last time."

Naturally, it is not a double repair.

Jiang Yinghe was speechless, watching the plain robe faded off by the other's hand. He was really a little afraid of the feeling of being on the verge of collapse, and subconsciously held his hand and said: "I..."

Before the words could be spoken, those iron-gray eyes stared at him for an instant, and said in a low voice: "Master, have you ever thought about the time we spend with you, in fact, there is not much time left."

Jiang Yinghe said something, staring at him blankly, then Qin Jun kissed him again, and continued: "After the fusion, there will be no more...let me hold you alone."

Jiang Yinghe's heartstrings seemed to be touched by the other party, and felt a hint of secret sentiment in the process of this integration.

Qin Jun lowered his head and approached, his cold lips touched the base of his ears, and his voice was close at hand.

"We still don't know what will happen after the fusion, nor when it will be completely integrated."

Jiang Yinghe's ears were hot and he was completely moved by this sentence

.

"It's an excuse to be jealous," Qin Jun said, "I want you to look at me more."

...Who can handle this.

Jiang Yinghe couldn't even say a word of refusal. He let the other party unbutton the shirt of his shirt and raised his hand to kiss his lips.

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But the facts have proved that Qin Jun's routines are really too many.

What kind of dog is he?

That night, Jiang Yinghe cried for a long time and didn't even think about it, in which part of his mind he got the water, and how he logically took out the messy things that Tong Guiyu sent.

When he gets up from the bed, he must first kill the surnamed Tong.

Jiang Yinghe suppressed his voice, buried himself on the bed without speaking, his palms were full of sweat, wet and unable to grasp anything. When he subconsciously grasped the mattress, even the frosty knuckles were taut.

Afterwards, this hand was covered by the other hand, covering the teeth marks on the edges of the joints, putting the fingers back together and pressing them against the pillow.

He couldn't stand it anymore, and a bit of tooth marks appeared on his lips. Li Huanhan coaxed him to let go, and said that he bit through harder.

But why didn't he know that he couldn't use any more force?

It wasn't until his waist was cushioned by a big tail that he remembered that his little apprentice was still human so far, so he raised his hand and hugged Chang Ye, listening to Chang Ye's ears and softly coaxing him.

Jiang Yinghe lay on his shoulders and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could speak, he heard a familiar young man's voice suddenly coming from the quiet and silent clear cliff under the cold night.

"...Jiang Xianjun?"

From within Baiheyuyu, the outside voice could be heard. At this time, He Ling probably had already rested. The current cultivation base of the younger generation in the future would not pose any threat, so naturally he did not wake up the guardian spirit beast.

Jiang Yinghe's somewhat dizzy mind went blank for an instant, and he became a little more sober.

"...The disciple knows that Brother Chang Ye is your closed disciple." The child seemed to be leaning against the door, his voice was very close, but he was emotionally depressed.

"The disciple went and returned. It is not unwilling to be unwilling. I just hope that Xianjun can encourage the younger generation to say a few words. I have an older brother who is better than me in every way with his talent and temperament. For so many years, I have always felt that...I... He paused, and then said: "But I heard that Xianjun, your apprenticeship doesn't particularly value talent..."

Not only was Jiang Yinghe awake, but even the other party's movements stopped. Amidst the interweaving fragrance, there was a brief moment of silence.

Afterwards, the long night beside him leaned in for a few strokes, his magnificent and handsome face was covered with

With a smile, he whispered: "These are all excuses."

"……Ok?"

"He's just plotting bad things."

...This sentence sounds familiar.

Chang Ye looked at him brightly, and kissed him lightly: "Master, quickly reject him."

Chang Ye's attitude is obviously so well-behaved, but Jiang Yinghe always felt... his posture, as if he refused for a second, he could be tossed on the bed by this little beast for several days.

He realized with hindsight that although he felt exhausted every time he doubled repairs, Chang Ye, as an ancient great demon, had never released a complete prototype, and did not use the way of a monster to mate. It should be ...I guess... it might be... I haven't had much fun.

At this moment, Qin Jun's fingers also clasped his hand, and slowly moved between his wrists, and at the same time he said: "Maybe the master is not satisfied with you, the closed disciple, and wants to find another... Good boy."

This is the reincarnation of the vinegar spirit who has something to say.

This sentence didn't irritate Chang Ye, but Jiang Yinghe was sore by Li Huanhan. He frowned, and tightened Chang Ye's clothes. He lifted his leg and kicked Li Huanhan. It was a pity that the other party held his ankle. The slightest lethality.

"Luck." Li Huanhan didn't seem to care about it, "Get in touch with the spirits, don't bear it..."

"...You **** be a man, give me light..."

The author has something to say: the softer the heart, the easier it is to be dragged to the bed, Hehe!

You’re still glad Ma Ma can only drive a bicycle, or you’ll be verbally finished, then verbally, and then verbally, you know what I mean? (Softly)