Of course Jiang Yinghe knew what the other party meant.
He recalled the gap between how the apprentices treated himself and others, and indeed tasted something unusual.
"So," Yun Buxiu sighed, "What is the standard for the apprentices accepted by the senior brother? Who is more miserable? Let me tell you, children who lost their parents when they were young are most likely to rely on the teacher, and the senior brother I have not accepted apprentices for thousands of years, and I have no experience, and I love them too much... "
Yan Caiwei next to her covered her lips and coughed twice as a reminder, Yun Buxiu immediately stopped talking, looked at Jiang Yinghe's expression and added silently: "But the talent is really good, um, it's really one in a million."
Jiang Yinghe thought for a long time before he calmly said, "If you can't even rely on me, you are truly unaccompanied."
He stood up from his seat, and the black-bottomed crane-patterned sleeves slid off the tea table. He raised his fingers in the sleeves to straighten his collar, then nodded to the three of them, and left the main hall.
Seeing him leave, Yun Buxiu originally wanted to say something, but was pulled back by Senior Sister Yan before she could hold back her words.
It wasn't until the light fragrance of Jiang Yinghe's body slowly dissipated in the room that Yan Caiwei said, "Don't worry, Junior Brother Jiang only has a master-student relationship and love in his heart, and there is absolutely no other sign of it."
Junior Brother Xiaoyun shook his hand, looked at the direction he was leaving, and after a moment of trouble, said: "Of course I know, but I always feel that those bastards are too clingy to my Senior Brother. When facing their Master, one He's more gentle and kind than someone else, but when he's outside, he's so fierce that his true nature is revealed, if Brother Jiang regains his love roots in the future and wants to form a Taoist partner with a female cultivator, will they really recognize it?"
What Yun kept questioning was also what Yan Caiwei and Zhou Zhengping were thinking about.
"The abbot of Lanruo Temple once deduced for senior brother that he had a catastrophe in love, but Senior Brother Jiang's love is not rooted in him. The more I think about it these days, the more I think it may be due to the apprentice..."
"Stop talking." Zhou Zhengping glanced at him and stroked Fuchen, "If his apprentice relies on the master, what can he do to the master's Taoist companion? And the abnormal movement on the Wuliang Tianque has not disappeared. It can't be taken back either."
Yan Caiwei said: "Back then, with the help of the abbot of Lanruo Temple, we were able to help Junior Brother Jiang erase his memories of dissecting his emotional roots. Telling him these unnecessary worries is just adding to his pain."
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, After thinking for a moment, he said again: "Besides, a sword cultivator like my junior brother, who is so pure and extraordinary, can't easily let any female cultivator succeed."
Yun Buxiu was still a little bit aggrieved at first, but when he heard him say that, he didn't know what he thought of, his expression became even weirder, and he said after a while, "But Brother Jiang... seems to be more attractive to men?"
As soon as he said this, Zhou Zhengping and Yan Caiwei paused for a moment, and their eyes focused on Yun Bujiu—under the influence of the Tianmo Sect mantra, he had confessed to Jiang Yinghe more than once, and was gouged into the ground countless times by his senior brother's backhand.
Yun Buxiu: "... I didn't mean that..."
Yan Caiwei gave him a meaningful look: "Okay, don't explain anymore. Senior brother, let's watch him."
Zhou Zhengping deeply agreed: "It should."
Yun Buxiu: "... you???"
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The ghostly aura in Yunzhou City is stronger than it was a hundred years ago.
When the Penglai disciples came here, they were too shocked by the scene of the night walk of the ghosts, let alone the matter of suppressing evil cultivators. Seeing a ghost cultivator on weekdays is an eye-opening level, let alone such a scene.
The disciples of the younger generation can barely protect themselves from being devoured by ghost cultivators. The real work of cleaning up the ghost qi still needs to be done by senior brothers and elders. Xianjun's presence is not too dangerous.
But only Jiang Yinghe and the others knew the real danger.
The earth's energy in Yunzhou City was completely destroyed, all directions collapsed, and the cold and cloudy air swayed around, which was more serious than a hundred years ago.
What is the reason for this? Jiang Yinghe withdrew his Wangchen Sword, looked at the young monk in a snow-white cassock, and asked, "Zen Master Huijing?"
On his long sword of ice and snow, the body of the sword was faintly cold, and the cold light removed the ghost energy contaminated by the sword one by one, and restored it to its original state.
Zen master Huijing is the younger brother of the abbot of Lanruo Temple. He is already in the Yuanshen period and is a well-known causal Buddha. He was covered in a snow-white cassock and was very young, with a red Buddha seal between his eyebrows.
"The little monk is incompetent and has never seen cause and effect."
Jiang Yinghe frowned lightly, and said, "Then this place is probably..."
Before he could finish his words, a strong ghostly aura suddenly rose among the Penglai faction not far away, and it seemed to rise into the sky as if it had substance, even more intense than what he had seen just now.
But there seemed to be no disciples in the middle of the ghostly aura, and some young and late students who were a little closer
The elders scrambled and spread out to the surroundings, revealing a ghostly surrounding, only two figures stood alone.
Li Huanhan's bloody eyes were deep, and he stood with his sword in his arms; beside him, Chang Ye yawned, looking with interest at someone who was surrounded by a cold ghost.
In an instant, even the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts that had just subsided became violent. At the same time, the dark clouds in the sky shook, and a flash of lightning from the sky peeped out of the clouds, revealing a ferocious face.
"... Nascent Soul Stage Tribulation?" Zen Master Huijing said in a daze, "How can you be haunted by ghosts... Hey, Jiang Xianjun—"
He stared blankly at Jiang Yinghe rushing into the place where the ghostly aura was the deepest and where the thunder was targeting, and watched the snow-white sleeves pass by in front of him, forming a strong contrast with the darkness of the world.
It was as if a layer of hazy morning light came into the eyes, shuttled into the thick and deep ghost atmosphere without hesitation, and descended from the sky into the underworld.
The little novice next to him tugged on the sleeve of the Zen master and said, "Master, the person who crossed the tribulation is the second disciple of Immortal Xuanwei."
Zen Master Huijing chanted the Buddha's name, then turned his eyes, looked around, and murmured: "The world says he is cold."
The little novice tilted his head in doubt, and heard the Zen master's next sentence.
"Helping the common people, caring for the disciples. The road is far away but the will is firm. This is the first kind of gentleness in the world."
This sentence was really very light, and it disappeared in an instant, only the gloomy ghostly aura emanating from Qin Jun under the endless rolling purple lightning and green thunder.
Li Huanhan and Chang Ye had no expression at first, they just thought that this evil spirit was re-cultivating the tribulation, but when they saw Jiang Yinghe rushing in, they realized the seriousness of the problem... Master didn't think that Qin Jun, a bastard, was weak, Is it just that he was infected with ghost energy and relapsed? !
The two of them had almost the same level of cultivation as Qin Jun, and the evil spirit didn't hide it, so they could see it clearly, but Jiang Yinghe had been concealed and deceived by him all the time...
Li Huanhan clenched the middle of the scabbard tightly, staring intently at the center where the ghostly aura hovered, and was about to step forward when Chang Ye stopped him.
"You want to tell Master?" The little brother who only showed half of his cheeks had dark eyes, and said to him with special sound transmission skills: "Brother Li, you are also an evil cultivator when you enter an area with such a strong ghost aura at this time. The magic energy... "
Li Huanhan glanced at him indifferently: "Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps."
"I'm just afraid that you two will tear each other down and affect me." Junior Junior Brother Chang Ye turned his head, the haze in his eyes dissipated, and smiled sweetly, "I still want to be by Master's side and accompany him for more than a hundred years.
"
——
Qin Jun is indeed "relapse of old disease".
As an evil spirit, such a strong ghostly aura is a great tonic for him, so he accidentally touched the thunder of the tribulation—he and Li Huanhan could advance to the primordial spirit a long time ago. It's just a road.
But the two of them are trying their best to delay, the faster the realm rises, the weaker the aura of the authentic Taoist skills on the surface will be. And the master's body is full of authentic pure spiritual power of the Taoist sect, he doesn't want to have any distance, any distance, from Jiang Yinghe.
The ghostly aura around him continued to disperse in his body, and his right hand, which had been holding the sword for a long time, also began to disintegrate, revealing the bones.
This is just a stage of the ghost's cultivation method. Three thousand years ago, his real appearance was like this. While the flesh and blood on Qin Jun's right hand slowly dissolved and disappeared, returning to its original appearance, it also released part of the power that had been sealed for a long time.
But he didn't expect that Jiang Yinghe would rush in against the ghostly spirit and Gaiding Tianlei.
The master's breath passed through the cold air and came to him suddenly, as if pulling him out of his sleeping cocoon more than a hundred years ago.
Jiang Yinghe didn't notice his hand immediately, but directly used the exercises to protect his heart and Nascent Soul, and immediately said: "Use the exercises to overcome the calamity."
"Master..."
"Be obedient and use your skills to cross the catastrophe." Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes, and there was a subtle tremor in his usually clear and indifferent voice. "Master is here."
Qin Jun was taken aback.
He heard Jiang Yinghe calm down, and he blamed himself a little.
"I shouldn't have let you come..." The voice was low, piercing the evil spirit's heart, piercing blood, "It was my negligence."
Qin Jun looked into his eyes, saw the worry in his eyebrows, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to kiss him.
Why kiss, not eat
Qin Jun didn't know either, and he didn't want to think about it either.
He only knew that at this moment, how much he wanted to bring Master back to the ghost cultivator's territory, and how much he wanted to pull this refined thousand-year-old sword cultivator into the world of mortals.
The hand with only bones held the corner of his master's clothes, like holding up a piece of crystal clear and melted snow.
Even if it's freezing cold, don't let go.