Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Chang Ye took this note in his heart, holding Jiang Yinghe’s placket in his hand, and looked up in his arms, his eyes dimly and tearfully said: “Master, Tu’er doesn’t want to leave Master …”

Jiang Yinghe hadn’t answered yet, and suddenly Li Huanhan’s voice came from the side.

“I think this proposal is very good.”

A black-eyed blood-eyed man stood with his sword in his arms. He was originally just watching with a blank expression. When he saw Long Night rushing into Jiang Yinghe’s arms, his blood eyes dimmed and walked to Jiang Yinghe’s side.

Jiang Yinghe had a very light fragrance. Daomen Jianxiu, who is cold outside and hot inside, upright and gentle, is indeed full of temptation, whether it is to make a furnace tripod or to “eat” it.

Qin Jun is a ghostly evil spirit. This little brother who is always coquettish is not a good thing. I don’t know what he is thinking about him-Master said that he is the only one, but he still attracts so many unknowns. Evil repair …

Li Huanhan stared at Jiang Yinghe’s hand that appeased Long Ye. His nerves, which had always been cold, were burned by flames. He felt that this “brother” was very unsightly.

“I also want to teach my younger brother well.” Li Huanhan raised his eyes, “Master?”

Jiang Yinghe let his young apprentice stick for so long, naturally knowing that it is better to let him learn to be independent early. Now, after listening to the words of the two of them, even looking at the long night, his face is grieved, but still very light.

“Obey.” He rubbed the teenager’s hair, “You can’t rely on me too much at your age.”

Blinking in the middle of the night, Jiang Yinghe’s waist wanted to finally struggle, but his eyes fell down on the monster’s body along the ground, and then looked at Qin Jun.

The gray-haired man licked his lips, watching Jiang Yinghe’s eyes always had a bit of hunger, which made Long Ye feel more disgusted than Li Huanhan, who was cold-faced (sha killing).

After the young boy buried in his arms reluctantly agreed, Jiang Yinghe turned his head up and glanced under the Qingjing Cliff with his consciousness. Sure enough, he felt that many disciples gathered together because of the roar of the monster , Looking at the discussion here.

“Jun’er …”

“The disciple understands.” Qin Jun said casually, “This took this demon race away to see our Penglai mountain gate.”

He looked at Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, and his eyes met with those bright ink (color) eyes for a moment, and his casual tone of voice lightened for a moment.

“… No (kill sha).” He thought for a while and added, “Listen to Master.”

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Although the monster that was captured by Penglai by Qin Jun saved his life, he also signed a contract with Zhou Zhangmen to protect the mountain gate of the Penglai faction, and turned into a giant demon stone carving outside the main hall of Penglai, unknowingly. Shen Shen is here.

But as long as someone else enters Penglai, the monster must follow their own contract and spare no effort to protect Penglai’s disciples for a period of three hundred years.

Three hundred years is enough for those young talents to fall in the middle, enough for people to change their dynasty, and things are right and wrong, but for the demon clan, for three hundred years, it seems to be a snap.

It is also because of this giant demon stone carving that Penglai disciples’ impression of Brother Qin has become more and more deviated. Brother Qin looks safe and decisive and acts decisively, but there is a breath that makes people dare not approach. The level of terror is even worse than the evil monsters and beasts under the sword.

Penglai faction rumored that Brother Qin was afraid when he didn’t laugh, and even more so when he laughed.

As for the last night of the introduction to the young night teacher, the Penglai disciples have not seen this one yet, but it is just a hearsay.

Day and night change, cold night and moon.

The night pearl that Jun’er placed in Xianfu was embedded in the wall, and the original lampstand was taken away quietly. After Jiang Yinghe went out, he discovered that many subtle details in his residence had been secretly changed by Jun’er.

Successful monks can often avoid (sleep Shui) sleep, and can be replaced by closing their eyes and recuperating, but it will make people feel tired. But Jiang Yinghe still retains the habit of (sleeping Shui) to sleep, and his daily schedule is nine to six in the evening-after crossing and losing his mobile phone, he never passed so early without a break.

Qingjingya has always been very quiet, the crane spirit guarding outside has entered (sleeping Shui), and the pearl embedded in the wall reveals a glorious glory.

But this long-lasting silence was broken by another person’s breath.

Jiang Yinghe only released a little consciousness, so when he felt the chaotic breathing of the other party, he raised his eyes and saw a figure curled up beside the bed.

The night was dark with black hair, the mask covered half of the cheeks, and the body seal on the forehead glowed with faint light. His beautifully shaped eyes drooped down, holding his knees, and blood marks bite on Dan’s lips.

Like a wounded cub, he always runs to the person he trusts most when he is sad.

Jiang Yinghe’s tiredness was swept away at once. He probed his hands and raised the long black hair, whispering: “What’s wrong?”

His breathing was chaotic, as if he was suffering from pain, and his body was cold. Even if Jiang Yinghe’s body temperature was not high, he could feel the cold breath from the other person’s forehead.

Long night raised his eyes to look at him, it seemed that he had endured for a long time, and the tears flashed under the moon (color), slowly crawling into Jiang Yinghe’s arms.

“Master,” he said in a low voice, “I’m so cold, as long as I’m lucky, it seems that my whole body is frozen.”

This is a sequelae of freezing, and the degree of vulnerability is as different as that of Jun’er’s ten thousand ghosts. Jiang Yinghe’s heart tightened. Even if he always felt that things were artificial, there was a kind of pity lamenting at the moment.

The young apprentice will be coquettish and will scream, but the other two often keep their mouths closed and carry them alone … Jiang Yinghe sighed, took the palm of Long Night’s palm, and introduced his spiritual power into it.

He is the fairy monarch of the void realm, and things like connecting the meridians and warming the body are only a small thing for him, but for them, the things to bear in the future are more difficult than they are now.

He didn’t notice at all that the little apprentice who had just been wronged and shouted in pain had no tears in his pure black eyes, but a long gaze that contrasted with his appearance.

In the cold and soaked naive body of the night, it happened to be a sleeping soul and the soul of the ancient demon. His curiosity had deteriorated. At this time, he did not feel any body pain, but he wanted to be a prototype and threw him down to see if the white and frosted body could be licked by the barb on his tongue.

He stared for a long while, and it took a while before he recovered. Not hungry again, why do you want to lick him?

Jiang Yinghe had not noticed that while he repaired the apprentice’s meridian, he pulled him the sleeves of the shirt while suddenly discovering that the other’s fair arm was all covered with fine sword wounds.

Jiang Yinghe gave a finger and glanced at him, and asked, “Is the brothers learning again?”

Long night he heard that he was distressed. He deliberately did not heal the wound. This time came in handy: “I … want to catch up with their progress earlier, and don’t want to embarrass the Master.”

He rubbed over as he spoke, like an awkward and cute cat.

“Brother Li is harsh, but people are still good.” Chang Ye deeply understood the filter in Master Zun’s eyes, and said gently, “Brother Qin is just a bit fierce, but not as terrible as the rumors.”

Jiang Yinghe has stabilized the state recently, staying at home, hesitantly heard the words: “rumors?”

Long night nodded: “I heard other brothers say that Brother Li only respects the master and is cold to everyone else. Brother Qin … a little arrogant, he always doesn’t take anyone’s eyes … uh Master, should I not say bad things about the two brothers? ”

His eyes are bright and clear, and he can see the bottom at a glance. It seems that he really feels that this is his inadvertent loss, a little embarrassed.

When Jiang Yinghe did not cross through, her mother and baby were single for more than 20 years. After coming here, she just wanted to go home. She lived for more than a thousand years and had no experience. The straight male (sexual) was full, and naturally felt that the little apprentice was real. Guilty, comforted: “No (guanguan) relationship, if there is really a deviation in the mind (sexuality), the master will teach them, but people in the world treat geniuses, often biased …”

Long night lying in his arms, enveloped by the faint cold incense on his body, I felt very satisfied, and I didn’t care too much about whether my words worked or not, but hugged a little more, and said softly: “Teacher Zun, can I stay with you (sleep Shui)? ”

Before Jiang Yinghe responded, Long Night quickly added: “Just one day, okay?”

The boy is too beautiful, speaks pitifully, and is very spoiled.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t insist on a few words, and was softly talked about by Long Ye. He felt that the child was too insecure. He seemed to want to be loved by his elders, and was far less mature than his brothers.

He reached out and patted the back of the teenager, whispering: “This time, let’s not take an example.”

“Ok!”

Jiang Yinghe was very close to him. He could feel the cold body slowly recovering the temperature after repairing the meridians. When he lowered his mind a little, he suddenly remembered something.

“In a few days, the Hehuan Sect will have a sword assembly. It happens that you have n’t chosen a sword yet, and I just want to take you to see it.”

The Hehuan Sect is a neutral sect, but it is more friendly to the Taoist sect. He Huanzong’s deputy patriarch Hunyuan Xianjun Tongguiyu was a figure who had become the same name as Jiang Yinghe thousands of years ago.

Long night obediently, “Uh,” he asked, “Are you going to choose a sword for your disciple?”

“Yes.” Jiang Yinghe said, “Huahan’s saber is the thirty-seventh in the Guan Jianjuan, called Wan Wu Can Xia. Jun’er’s saber is the thirty-ninth, named Junzi Tie.”

Long night listening to him said, he knew that his two “good brothers” had concealed a lot of things. Li Huanhan’s blood sword was banned in countless and magical spirits. As long as a few layers of the ban were lifted, I am afraid that the sky dome must Change (color). Qin Jun’s silver-gray (color) long sword seemed ordinary, but he had a ghostly spirit in it, clearly awakening the sword with the spirit of wraith, it would never be a “gentleman post”.

It’s just that the two of them changed the appearance of the sword, and the prohibition was too ruthless. Even if Jiang Yinghe’s state is not low, how can he find out the true face of his two disciples without any doubt.

Long night suddenly felt that the two of them were no more like good people. The tricks of concealment and concealment did not leak, and they must be conspiracy and unpredictable. He thought of this, and how to take out his own life magic weapon “broken away” …

“Take a break.” Jiang Yinghe had a feeling of coaxing his children, and said softly, “Ying Mingzhu was brought back by your brother Qin. Why do you keep watching it, it’s too bright?”

Long night, he turned his head and hurriedly withdrew his eyes. He just wanted to say “not very bright”, and then suddenly asked, “That’s … Dragon Ball?”

“Well.” Jiang Yinghe was a little sleepy. “The monster in the sea.”

Long night thoughtfully glanced at the dragon ball again, his eyes lingered on it, then leaned against the master’s arms, and whispered: “Is the master replaced, okay? It’s too bright.”

After a long while, when long night almost thought he (sleeping Shui) was sleeping, he heard a very weak but gentle voice.

“……it is good.”

Xue Jian forgets the dust and shines, and is clenched by Jiang Ying’s distinct fingers.

But in the other party’s eyes, the most attractive thing is not the long sword in his hand, but his cold and solemn expression.

He still looks like this.

Qingrun and cold, unstained, is the dream of many young people.

Xiao Xuanyu’s throat knot rolled and smiled dullly: “Okay, I want to see how much you miss me.”

Before his words fell, he saw a lonely cold sword light coming forth.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t wear a Taoist suit, he was wearing a white coat, the corners of his clothes flew, his thin wrists were exposed from the wide sleeves, and the Daomen’s sword gas was overwhelmed by the overwhelming force, making it almost nowhere to hide.

The same is a hole in the virtual realm, and the means of magic repair will always be more radical. As soon as the two started, they made a real fire. Jiang Yinghe’s eyebrows didn’t move, and his expression was so quiet that he thought of him.

Even if there is an enchantment outside, the aftermath of the two players will level the illusion scene inside. The sound wave of the magic instrument pipa is tangled everywhere, cut by the cold light of the Forgotten Sword, and approaching the door.

Jian Guang rubbed his cheeks and wiped a blood stain on Xiao Xuanyu’s cheeks.

He raised his hand and wiped the bloodstain, one corner of his lips (gougou), licked the bloodstain on his fingertips and licked, suddenly said: “Little Crane, you are too nervous to guard. This illusion does not have those weird functions, you do n’t have to be too careful it……”

In the cold wilderness, Xiao Xuanyu greeted the sword light split by the Forgetful Sword. As he stepped closer, Jiang Yinghe suddenly felt an unusual feeling.

It stands to reason that the illusion can be used as a maze and can erode others’ minds. Jiang Yinghe had all the precautions, but the other party’s attitude was so fearless, but it caused him a trace of suspicion.

… Is there something that is not taken into account? Pipa sound waves, magic repair methods …

There seemed to be something caught in his mind, but it seemed not. Jiang Yinghe stared at the past, and when he just wanted to speak, a strange heat suddenly spread between the pure and cold Dao body. 91g