Clean Cliff.
The night spread, and the cold wind howled.
A few candles were lit on the lampstand, and the light hung low, reflecting on Jiang Yinghe's pale sleeves, and flickering slightly in Li Huanhan's sight.
"What's going on?" Jiang Yinghe untied the silver crown that tied his hair, and the jet-black hair fell down and curled softly around his shoulders. With a slightly stern face, he continued to ask, "Destroying people's immortal journey, leaving no room for it, will be hated by others."
Li Huanhan stood in front of him, wearing a black robe. His eyes were as bright as blood, extremely deep and unpredictable, and only when they fell on Jiang Yinghe's body could he reveal a bit of special tenderness.
"Master." He said in a low voice, "That person slandered you, so I will..."
Li Huanhan only said these two words, which was enough to soften Jiang Yinghe's heart.
The lights were faint, reflecting in front of Li Huanhan's eyes. He watched the master's slender and thin knuckles slightly bent, and a rebellious thought suddenly popped up in his mind.
— These hands are suitable for holding a sword, more suitable for being pressed on the softest bed of the Tianmo Cult, and grabbing the quilt in vain... suitable for being kissed with red marks, suitable for being covered inch by inch by his hands, bit by bit Knock tight...
The blood in his eyes was gloomy for a moment, and finally faded away quickly. Li Huanhan raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yinghe's slightly disheveled clothes and hair, and his cold but soft eyes reflected his figure.
"How can you lose your mind because of me? Be strong."
Although Jiang Yinghe still blamed him, his expression had softened. There was an open scroll of swords by his hand, and the swords inside had been seen many times, but there was still no one in particular.
"Did you really miss it?" Jiang Yinghe asked, "Huanhan, don't lie to Master."
Perhaps it was the word "deceit" that hurt Li Huanhan's nerves. He frowned and didn't say it directly, but raised his hand to hold Jiang Yinghe's finger.
The last time we held each other was on the Hehuan Sect's hearse. Even though Jiang Yinghe's body temperature was cold, he felt his heart beating hot when he held it in his palm.
Jiang Yinghe didn't understand why at first, but then he suddenly felt the turbid air rushing around in his body - this is one of the side effects of the body of the demon, but it hasn't happened for many years.
"Is it because of this?" Jiang Yinghe found the answer, but he didn't have the intention of punishing his disciple. He hastily squeezed his hand tightly and channeled a wave of spiritual power into it.
The physiques of the three of them are more fragile and peculiar than the other.
When you get started, you are mentally prepared. When this spiritual power entered Li Huanhan's Nascent Soul, he realized that the turbid Qi in the opponent's body had accumulated to the extent that it affected the meridians.
He endured and endured, and still glanced at Li Huanhan, his tone of voice was a little hurried: "You...you and Jun'er have the same temper, no, you are more tolerant than Jun'er, why can't you be with Jun'er?" What did I say? Do you have to wait until one day, when you really lose your temper and fall into the evil way, will you tell Master?"
Li Huanhan's blood-colored eyes stared at him silently, and said in a low voice: "Master, I miss Junior Brother Chang Ye."
The jealousy in this sentence is so strong that it can't be concealed, or it can't be concealed at all. His heart was terribly excited, every touch of the other party seemed to touch his deepest and most hidden place, which made him unable to control himself, and when he woke up later, the pain was dripping with blood.
There are two ways of good and evil, the difference between master and apprentice, layers of camouflage...
Li Huanhan clenched his hand tightly, the raging turbidity in his body broke through the meridians, even the skin surface on his arm was cracked, and blood dripped down little by little.
"Don't I remember you?" Jiang Yinghe's first reaction was this, and he directly refuted it back. He had a feeling of being questioned by his apprentice, and he said sullenly, "Before the teacher asked why you endured it, you were wronged first, thinking that I was partial?"
Blood dripped from Li Huanhan's arm, staining Jiang Yinghe's light-colored sleeves.
He has always been unstained, and the outside world evaluates him as aloof and out of the ordinary. Only when facing these apprentices who have been raised for many years, Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows turn warm and his tone is soft.
He dirty the master.
Li Huanhan stared at the little scarlet that came through his sleeve, and when he restrained his thoughts and raised his eyes, he suddenly said: "Master."
"Um?"
"When did you buy that tea set?"
He was referring to a set of bi-color tea sets on the jade table beside him. Jiang Yinghe's things here are all added by him little by little. Once there is something that has not passed through Li Huanhan's hands, he will definitely remember it.
Jiang Yinghe followed his gaze and glanced: "It was sent by Jun'er before."
Qin Jun... Li Huanhan took a deep breath, and there was a moment of hostility in his blood eyes, but he still remembered that he forcibly suppressed all the irritable emotions in front of Jiang Yinghe, and slowly followed the teacher Under the guidance of respect, the raging turbidity will be eliminated.
In fact, this "side effect" did not substantially harm Li Huanhan. As long as he was willing to abolish his Dao body, he would immediately reveal the actual realm and powerful aura of the demon cultivator.
But he dared not.
How dare you, the more you experience Jiang Yinghe's few tenderness, the more you desire to have more. In fact, to a certain extent, Qin Jun and Changye's guess was not wrong. He really wanted to wrap Jiang Yinghe in his arms and bring him back to the Tianmo Sect, not as a stove, but as a Taoist companion.
So even though Li Huanhan was going crazy with jealousy, he still slowly endured it. He stared at Jiang Yinghe's pitch-black hair, watching a strand of long hair slip off the other's thin shoulders, and slowly circle in the air.
It was clearly falling into the air, but it seemed to be touching the tip of his heart.
"Why do you ask this?" When Jiang Yinghe followed the breath in his body and repaired the meridians, he was no longer so angry, and raised his head and said, "The set you gave is stored in the magic weapon. Jun'er said that it is very Gold is precious, ordinary water will damage the wall of the cup."
... Qin Jun, this bastard.
Li Huanhan thought coldly in his heart, but on the surface he didn't seem to care: "Yes."
The set he sent is naturally precious, and only in this way can it be worthy of his master. But the set that Qin Jun got back was not much better, even a little bit of dust contamination would ruin the whole set of equipment, I don't know how that evil spirit had the face to say those words.
"Master," Li Huanhan withdrew his gaze and stroked his fingertips, "In your heart, which of us...is the most important?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't expect him to be so persistent, so he said helplessly: "You are all the favored children of heaven that I give high hopes to, and you are the future of immortality."
Li Huanhan stared at him for a long time with dark blood eyes, then nodded, remained silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "The future of immortality..."
He has never hated the status of Demon Cultivator as much as he does now.
How could Jiang Yinghe see the other party's thoughts? He could only see the system's training progress bar fluctuating up and down in the past half a quarter of an hour, and finally maintained a relatively stable value just now.
Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this turbid air really affected the progress of his cultivation, he slowly warmed his meridians, and said, "Actually, it's not just that, I also have a small wish for myself."
The candlelight reflected his black eyes.
"For this wish, I want to make your practice journey smoother and smoother, pave the way for you, and teach you to do good deeds." Jiang Yinghe said, "The better you become, the closer you will be to my wish... It's cold, given by fate. No matter how bad the starting point is, with Master around, you can still find your way home."
"I won't give up, and neither can you." He gently
Holding Li Huanhan's hand, "What people can get, they have to fight for themselves."
Jiang Yinghe poured another bowl of chicken soup, and used up all his life's knowledge to teach his apprentices well. He was filled with a sense of responsibility as a teacher and was very satisfied with his teaching.
Warming and nurturing the meridians is a very delicate job. In fact, the meridians of the three of them need to be warmed slowly, but Jiang Yinghe only has one, and most of the sufferings have to be overcome by the disciples themselves.
At the third watch of Qingjingya, it rained.
Jiang Yinghe has the habit of sleeping, and after warming and nourishing his meridians for a long time, he finally fell asleep.
Li Huanhan sat beside him, watched him silently, and guarded him all night.
It wasn't until the morning light blended with the candlelight that he slowly pulled out the fingers held by the master.
The patter of rain. Those eyes, as thick as blood, hide a handful of love, hidden in a deep and untouchable place. Thousands of years ago, the famous Blood River Demon Lord still didn't dare to do anything extraordinary in the matter of love that he didn't know deeply.
Just before leaving, she kissed the back of his hand lightly.
Be careful like kissing a plum blossom in falling snow.