Chang Ye is like a typical pure young man with only harmless admiration in his eyes, unlike Li Huanhan and Qin Jun.
A child who can cry and act like a baby is always more painful. Jiang Yinghe looked at the young man's round and beautiful eyes, and the father's love in his heart suddenly surged out uncontrollably. He looked at the wound on Chang Ye's hand, and his voice was a little gentle: "You have just started, your brother is really strict with you. A bit harsh."
Chang Ye rubbed against his arms pitifully, and whispered: "Senior Brother Li doesn't seem to like me."
"How could it be?" Jiang Yinghe said, who has been wearing the filter of "love apprentice" for decades, "He doesn't hesitate to give advice to other fellow students, and he will treat you more kindly."
His slightly cold white fingertips stopped at the edge of the sword wound, and made a pinch. A cold spiritual power covered the sword wound, slowly relieving the stinging pain.
Chang Ye looked at him quietly, thinking of Li Huanhan's blood-sparkling eyes in his mind, and gently twitched the corners of his lips that were hidden by the half-mask.
—Affectionate? That lunatic protects food terribly. If he is really just an ordinary boy with outstanding talents, his ashes may be praised by that "gentle and considerate Senior Brother Li".
Not even now. Changye rolled his Adam's apple, swallowed the mouthful of fishy and sweet blood, and stared at Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows.
He had been asleep for too long, and Jiang Yinghe was the first person he saw when he opened his eyes.
The spiritual power of the cold body covered the wound, and the sword wound gradually healed. The shadow of the candle moved slightly, as if it had melted his cold master, exuding a different kind of tenderness.
The long night draws closer.
Jiang Yinghe healed the sword wound on his hand. When he looked up, he realized that the other party was so close. The little apprentice's breath was warm, and his eyes were extremely clear, as if he could see to the end with a single glance.
"Master." His voice was also soft, "Can you sleep with Ye'er, it's raining today."
"Rain?" Jiang Yinghe looked up at him.
Changye lowered his head and hesitated for a while before hesitatingly said: "I... I was dragged into the ice field by that monster, it was a rainy day, I was a little, a little..."
He looks really good, and his appearance is a bit indistinguishable between male and female. Even if he wears half of the mask, it belongs to the one that is suitable for both men and women to kill young and old. The lethality covers all aspects regardless of sexual orientation. At this time, there were tears in his eyes, which made Jiang Yinghe's sympathy and pity soar.
he stopped the long night
In the second half of the sentence, he rubbed the boy's black and soft hair: "Don't be afraid, Master is here."
Jiang Yinghe was actually very bad at comforting people, but this sentence was unexpectedly effective.
Chang Ye looked at him and nodded, and then buried himself in Master's arms with a wisp of cold fragrance. This big monster who just woke up has not regained its strength, but it is already thinking that it should protect this overly kind human monk.
A monk who can treat goblins equally on the ice field can't be ruined by that red-eyed demon... It's his reward for breaking his ice seal.
He found a suitable reason to conceal his subtle affection for this care and warmth.
The rain is pattering, and the dream is peaceful.
Maybe after a long time, he will suddenly think of these lies, remembering the one-tenth of a millionth of his heartbeat at this moment.
——
The progress bar of Master A Jiang's system is stuck.
While wiping the Wangchen Sword, Jiang Yinghe looked at the motionless progress bar, feeling a little anxious in his heart.
He practiced diligently in the long night, and his progress was rapid. Huanhan has reached the Nascent Soul Great Consummation, and he is only one step away from entering the Nascent Soul Stage. Although Jun'er is practicing outside, given the progress of his practice, the progress bar should not stop...
Looking at the training progress bar in the upper right corner, Jiang Yinghe once again had some technical doubts about the system, and even began to think that it might not only be based on cultivation, but maybe there are other reference factors
Just as he was thinking about the progress bar of the system's cultivation, there was a violent collision outside the Qingjing Cliff, even the crane spirit outside the Xuanmen was awakened, and he screamed a few times outside the door.
Afterwards, the Xuanmen opened suddenly, and a huge and ugly beast blocked the entrance of Xuanmen, roaring in pain and screaming a few times, the evil spirit blowing towards the face could almost knock people down.
Jiang Yinghe shifted his gaze to look at the silver-gray long sword stuck on the body of this fierce beast.
It seems to be... Jun'er's saber.
This roar from the monster tribe not only alarmed Qingjingya, but also woke up the entire Penglai faction.
Before Jiang Yinghe could speak, the fierce beast turned into a distorted human figure and fell at the door of the Xuanmen, as if it had been pierced by the long sword. A figure in a dark robe stood beside the distorted human figure, The Zhan Yun sword was drawn from the back of the beast.
Qin Jun drew his sword into its sheath, and cupped his hands towards Jiang Yinghe, his face was sharp and sharp, and his iron-gray eyes revealed a strong and practical temperament, giving people the impression that even if he killed his fellow disciples, he would be able to cut first and then play Feel.
"Master," he heard the news that Jiang Yinghe had left the customs.
He came back after resting, and when he saw it at this time, his expression was happy, "This beast attacked the disciple halfway, and the disciple caught him back. After a while, he cut the inner alchemy with a sword and fed it to the crane spirit."
For a moment, Jiang Yinghe couldn't find the words to return. He looked at the twisted and painful figure on the ground, and said, "Yuanshen Yaozu, is this the disciple of the Yaojun Jiuying?"
Qin Jun said: "It's just a beast. I heard that the master has accepted a new disciple. It's on the ice field where the demon clan gathers. Let the senior brother take a look..."
He pressed the sword with one hand, turned his head to look at Changye who had come over because he heard the roar of the monster, and saw the little junior with a half mask leaning against the tree, looking at him with some fear.
"Your junior brother hurt the face of the Yaozu before, and the meridians in his body were shattered by the cold ice, making it extremely difficult to cultivate." Jiang Yinghe said, "Jun'er, don't scare him."
Qin Jun nodded. Seeing Chang Ye, the monster at his feet was stunned for a moment, then let out a broken roar from its throat, as if it wanted to say something, finally spit out a mouthful of blood, lowered its head and hit the ground I didn't even dare to look at it again.
Qin Jun smiled meaningfully, and said, "Little brother has suffered a lot, don't you hate these evildoers?"
Changye savored the words "evil cultivator" and glanced at the monster clan on the ground: "The monster clan who cultivates quietly and the evil cultivator in the monster clan can't be confused, but demon cultivators and ghost cultivators are harmful to one side. , life in charcoal, there is no need to make a good distinction, right, brother?"
Qin Jun stared at him, then turned his eyes to Jiang Yinghe, only to realize that his master hadn't seen it for a second, and was already very close to the ferocious beast on the ground.
Jiang Yinghe said calmly, "The Nine Infant Demon Monarch has a contract with the human race. Your attack on this seat's disciple is like giving up the content of the contract and leaving it to us to deal with."
The ferocious beast on the ground moved, and raised its eyes to look at the immortal cultivator in front of him. The hole pierced by the chopping sword was still bleeding.
The boy wearing a mask next to him exuded a terrifying aura that only a monster with pure blood can feel. His last struggle was exhausted when he saw the long night, not to mention the seemingly Nascent Soul beside him. Qin Jun didn't know what strength he was.
Jiang Yinghe sighed, and said to Qin Jun: "Among the monster clan, you really can't generalize. You don't want to create murder debts, all things have spirits, and it won't be good for the future catastrophe."
When did Qin Jun pay attention to whether the Heavenly Tribulation is difficult or not? He is the origin that the Heavenly Dao disapproves of
, didn't mind this life debt, but Jiang Yinghe warned him and cared for him at this moment, but Qin Jun's heart that had been silent for many years began to beat violently again.
It smells so good, this kind of rich fragrance overflowing from the soul... Qin Jun leaned over for a few minutes, stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Yinghe, just as his fingers touched the other's lapel sleeves, he saw that he was "a little bit scared" just now. ", suddenly threw himself into Master's arms "very frightened".
Qin Jun's hand stopped in mid-air, staring at this "pure and innocent" "immature boy", and suddenly felt very empathetic with Li Huanhan's mood.
He restrained his fingers and said kindly: "Master, my junior brother has already started to practice, how can I rely on you so much? How about..."
Qin Jun paused for a moment, showing a kind expression.
"Senior brother and I, shall we teach him together?"