The wind and thunder blew, and the torrential rain poured over the cliffs.
Jiang Yinghe stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, as if his snow-white clothes were not stained with dust, and his body was not soaked by raindrops. He stared for a while at the layered dark clouds far away from the cliff.
Not coming out yet... This kind of sword cliff was not prepared for him at this stage. Even if he is really a genius, he must not be able to break through the sword cliff that transcends the realm. It has only been two years since he started...
In the past two years, Li Huanhan's identity and qualifications have been suspected and speculated by the entire Penglai Xianmen, and even the entire righteous way. Master Li Yue once asked about this matter, but she didn't dare to ask Jiang Yinghe, she just asked the senior brother who was in charge, and her words were quite dissatisfied.
Only Jiang Yinghe knew what the aptitude of his apprentice was. It took only two years from the beginning of qi training to the successful foundation building, and then to the state of great perfection, which is almost a progress that is hard to find in ancient and modern times.
He has always been reluctant to speak too much to people who have nothing to do with him, but he never expected that Li Huanhan would go directly to the Wind Sword Rain Sword Cliff after completing his Foundation Establishment!
Wind Knife Rain Sword Cliff is the sharpening place for sword cultivators in the sect. Even if it is a cultivator of the soul stage or even a golden core cultivator who comes here, he will often die there.
Jiang Yinghe had a lot of emotions in his heart. Thinking that this child is still young, it is always good to retreat in spite of difficulties. Thinking that it doesn't matter if he gets hurt a little, since he is by his side, there is nothing to be afraid of.
The clouds piled up in the distance, Jiang Yinghe watched for a moment, still feeling worried. After Li Huanhan entered his sect, although he didn't talk much, he was always calm and diligent. Even though he was born with the body of a demon, he was still a good boy who was devoted to Taoism.
While Jiang Yinghe was thinking, the dark clouds in the distance suddenly disintegrated, and light shone onto the top of the cliff. The wind knife and rain sword on the high cliff suddenly stopped and turned into a gentle wind and light rain.
Did this break through? Jiang Yinghe was slightly taken aback, and when he turned his eyes, he happened to smell a thick and strong smell of blood, and his eyes met a pair of dark red eyes.
Those eyes that were usually peaceful and quiet, when they collided at this moment, suddenly brought out an extreme coldness and hostility, the unfinished murderous intent slowly dissipated on his body, and blood gushed from the wounds on his body.
Li Huanhan stood in front of him.
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand subconsciously, just supporting the body of this once-in-a-thousand-year apprentice, catching his injured body, bowed his head and said, "You want to be brave."
In the peripheral vision of his vision, the upper right corner has been showing the gray "Ajiang Master Department"
System", a bloody "Chan" character suddenly lit up below, and behind the Han character was a gray progress bar, which was suddenly unlocked, and the progress had only gone a little bit.
Maybe it was to measure the progress of cultivating disciples? Jiang Yinghe speculated. He has practiced sword and Taoism for a thousand years, and his mentality has long been much calmer. His greatest expectation for returning home did not fall on the system, so he did not show any abnormalities.
Li Huanhan was a little bit out of strength, he leaned on him and paused for a while. Those red eyes slowly opened, and in a place Jiang Yinghe couldn't see, the devilish energy inside was slowly brewing, as if it had substance.
Jiang Yinghe heard his hoarse voice.
"Master," he called out in a low voice, "I want to ask, why did you accept me as a disciple?"
This was what Jiang Yinghe thought he should have asked himself that day, but it was two years late. The other party seemed to have settled on a relatively safe and secure situation, and only now was he slowly letting go of his vigilance.
Jiang Yinghe felt this keenly. He stretched out his hand, like all the teachers in his memory, he reached out and stroked the hair of his apprentice.
Li Huanhan's body froze for a moment: "...Master?"
Jiang Yinghe gave a "hmm" and replied sincerely and frankly: "Because you have outstanding aptitude."
The people around were silent for a moment, and asked back: "The body of the demon?"
"What about the body of the demon," Jiang Yinghe said, "I think it's very good."
The wind and rain in the sky have softened, and after three hours, the weather will become harsh again until the next person crosses the Wind Sword Rain Sword Cliff.
But at this moment, the sky and the earth are vast, and the rays of light between the layers of clouds spread across and fell on his snow-white sleeves.
Li Huanhan stared at the sleeve of the Taoist uniform, and smiled silently. He felt that he hadn't laughed for many years. He had never heard the words "I think the body of the demon is very good" from the mouth of Xianmen Zhengdao.
Those who praised the body of the demon in the past just wanted to kill him.
Jiang Yinghe didn't notice the obscure part of the other party's line of sight, stretched out his hand and grabbed his blood-stained fingers, penetrated into a wave of spiritual power, and said softly: "My apprentice must be the real proud son of heaven."
The spiritual power slowly seeped through, and the words fell down lightly and gently.
"Fate is always your own, and the way of heaven cannot be moved."
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Li Huanhan is a lunatic who devotes himself to cultivation.
The disciples of Penglai Xianmen have been forced to deepen this impression time and time again since the incident of "Wind Sword Rain Sword Cliff Turned into Clearness" thirty-eight years ago. Brother Li simply does not leave a way for others to survive
, Breaking through the soul at a frightening speed, forming a golden core, crossing a big realm and beheading the senior who has been famous for a century, without giving others a chance at all.
Those who once said that he was not worthy to be Jiang Xianjun's apprentice were slapped in the face over and over again... Cheng Zihan, who was once hailed as once in a century, came to challenge him, and he was defeated by Brother Li's sword with one move.
... If it wasn't for Xuanwei Xianjun's disciple, and the Taoist skills were all real, this speed of promotion would probably make people feel that he is cultivating demons!
But Li Huanhan didn't really care about these things.
He withdrew the bloody long sword in his hand, and witnessed the blood dripping down from the edge of the sword, while the "senior" of the Yingzhou faction who came to "teach" him on the ground twisted and frightened on the ground, begging for mercy.
But that's all. It's a pity that this is Penglai, for the sake of the master's reputation, he can't be killed.
Li Huanhan flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers, and the liquid on the blood sword was immediately sucked dry. When he turned around, the disciples around him suddenly dispersed, watching him leave with vigilance and fear.
After Senior Brother Li left, the disciples onlookers hurriedly moved the person to be healed. While patting their chests with lingering fear, they hated iron for being weak and said: "If you have formed a golden core for a hundred years, you dare to challenge us in Penglai!" Senior Brother Li? I really don’t know where the door to the Palace of the King of Hades is going to open, do I have to kill myself?”
The young boy in Tsing Yi on the other side nodded and said, "Are you amazing at the golden core stage? Brother, you can leapfrog and slay him in the soul stage! Go back and repair the golden core, we won't be able to explain the death of a fellow Taoist."
This is because the reputation of the Yingzhou School is not bad, so I persuaded this sentence. The person who spoke earlier became a little grumpy, and continued: "This level of cultivation is also coming to be a monster. When our brother Li's sword repair meeting , at your level, he cuts one sword at a time, like chopping Chinese cabbage... "
Before he finished his words, the Penglai disciple who was helping to carry the person on the side froze: "Don't talk about it, isn't it the same in the sect? I'm almost in a psychological shadow..."
When he said this, even the Penglai disciples seemed to be enveloped in a layer of low air pressure, and he was lifted up like a frost-beaten eggplant, and he was transported back to the Yingzhou School, where he was allowed to cool down.
On the other side, when Li Huanhan turned the blood-removing sword and pushed open the Taoist gate of Qingjingya's cave, it was already dark.
A candle is lit in the middle, which is made of the fat of sea spirit beasts and can burn for more than a hundred years. Candlelight illuminated a Lingtai, Jiang Yinghe was sitting on the Lingtai reading a book.
He didn't have his hair tied up, and the long black hair was hanging down, a small part of it was limp.
Putting it on the shoulders and curling up along the collar of the snow jacket, it has a different kind of lingering taste.
Li Huanhan stared at it for a while, until the mysterious door behind him closed automatically, then he walked over and reached out to open the lampshade.
The light suddenly changed. Jiang Yinghe raised his head and watched his apprentice stretch out his finger and sway it around, the fireworks on the candle suddenly brightened.
Li Huanhan put back the lampshade, and said in a low voice, "It's too dark, it hurts your eyes."
It is also not conducive to the development of his mind that respects the teacher and respects the way. On the contrary, it makes him feel that the picture is very beautiful and charming.
Jiang Yinghe's eyesight was clear, and he thought it was futile, but his apprentice had always been gentle and considerate, and after getting along with him for decades, his temper got better and better, so he didn't refuse the other party's move.
He put down the Dao scripture in his hand, and said: "Brother Sect Leader told me something before, the Taixu Secret Realm, which will be opened once every sixty years, will be opened, and I want you to lead the fellow sect, Huanhan, are you willing to go?"
Li Huanhan turned his head, glanced at Jiang Yinghe, and his eyes fell between the other's Ruxing eyes.
In fact, he doesn't like to maintain any kind of fellowship, and he doesn't think that he is really a Taoist of the Penglai sect. He just used this place as a temporary residence for reconstruction, and regarded this place as...
The light in Jiang Yinghe's eyes was slightly bright, and the black color seemed to be soaked in a pool of cold water. It was only warm for a moment when he looked over, and the rest of the time he was lonely and desolate.
Li Huanhan's mind was broken, his eyes sank for a moment, then he hurriedly looked away and said, "Okay."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, feeling that the apprentice really loves his fellow students, but his words are a little less, and he is still very gentle. Just now, his training progress bar has jumped up a little bit, and it has already broken through 6%. Ten mark.
It seems that as a master, you must give your disciples warm care and trust, which is conducive to the physical and mental health of your disciples.
"I want to go out too." Jiang Yinghe thought half of it, and continued, "There seems to be a ghost aura raging in the land of Yunzhou thousands of miles away. Loose practitioners have come to ask for help, and Senior Sister Yan and I will go tomorrow."
This Senior Sister Yan is the only Jurchen of the Penglai Sect, her Daoist name is Changning.
Li Huanhan responded, and when he was about to turn around and walk to Jiang Yinghe, he suddenly saw the snow-white Wangchen Sword hanging on the sword platform that had been vacant for a long time. He paused and asked, "Master?"
"Um?"
"Xuejian Wangchen, so there is no sword pendant?"
The sword is the favorite object of the sword cultivator, and there are often sword tassels and jade pendants made by the cultivator himself.
, Originally the Wangchen Sword was stored in Jiang Yinghe's Dao body, but this time it was released, and Li Huanhan noticed that there was no decoration on it.
Jiang Yinghe really didn't know how to do that kind of thing, so he kept his sword hilt empty. He took a look and said, "Yes, I'm not very good at it."
He put down the Taoist scriptures, not going to read any more. So the candle that was bright because of Li Huanhan was extinguished by the same person.
In the darkness and silence, a figure got onto the bed, rolling over with a familiar aura.
One who cultivates the Tao with the body of the demon often encounters many internal disturbances, and it is easy to go crazy. When the breath spread over, Jiang Yinghe knew that something was wrong with his body.
Li Huanhan handed him his hand, with a bit of warmth remaining.
Spiritual energy poured into the opponent's meridians, slowly guiding the slightly chaotic inner breath. Jiang Yinghe was thinking that his inner breath had been in chaos recently, and he didn't know if something might go wrong, when he suddenly heard his apprentice's low and gloomy words.
"Disciple, let's make a sword pendant for Master." He tentatively moved closer as he said, his hot breath sweeping across Jiang Yinghe's frosty neck. "After hanging it up, Master will think of me when he puts it back into his body."