Jiang Yinghe originally thought that since only Huan Han knew about it, he would take him alone to resolve the matter.
But he obviously underestimated the insight ability of his other two apprentices.
There were people coming and going in this brothel opposite the inn, and there were women with graceful bodies and snow-skinned lips everywhere, but the area around where Jiang Yinghe was seated was empty, and there were no such good-looking girls coming.
He took a sip of tea silently, turned his eyes and glanced at the long night beside him—
The little apprentice with a youthful appearance has very bright eyebrows. Although half of his face is covered, there is a hazy and mysterious feeling that he is still holding a pipa and half covering his face. The exposed side cheeks are white and elegant, so delicate that it is difficult to describe. I know how many floors have passed.
Jiang Yinghe's aesthetics made them feel uneasy. Seeing the smile on the corner of his lips when the little apprentice was playing with the teacup from the side, he gradually realized why there was no one around him.
The long night is so beautiful. The best-looking girls in the distance leaned on the fence and looked over, talking and admiring in low voices, but none of them were eager to get to Chang Ye's side.
They tacitly believed that this young man was Jiang Yinghe's favorite pillow person, and there was a subtle and unique smile on his face, and they talked in a low voice.
"Cold and soft with cuteness, what kind of stunning pose is this, I feel offended by boys as a professional."
"The other two are also good-looking. Four of the best sit at the same table. How can anyone dare to pass by? Isn't it embarrassing to be compared to a man?"
"Don't talk about it, the waitresses in our building all went back to the house after seeing it." One of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls was eating melon seeds, "It's really unusual for such a girl to come to visit prostitutes at night. They just pay money to accompany them." Him, I would too."
"What are you dreaming about? I haven't woken up from the wine I drank tonight. I think I just came to see the world. How can I not turn my eyes when I come to the brothel? Eh..." The girl stuck her shell and couldn't help but say, "One is more honest than a gentleman."
In fact, he is not a gentleman.
Changye tugged on the master's snow-white sleeves, glanced at Qin Jun who was opposite, and felt that the eyes of this evil spirit could no longer be controlled, and the desire in the eyes was so vivid that it was difficult to conceal.
He sneered in his heart, Li Huanhan, a heavenly demon, actually wants to bring his master to such a place where the demonic energy is raging alone, isn't this an ulterior motive or something? And Qin Jun is an evil spirit who can't hold back his claws, whoever fails to catch him will bring the master back to Huangquan, so he has to watch it.
Changye thought while talking to Jiang
Ying He whispered: "Master, will there be good people among the demon cultivators?"
Li Huanhan's eyebrows twitched, he stared at his junior brother, saw that innocent and beautiful face approaching Jiang Yinghe, his eyes were crystal clear.
"I heard that demon cultivators are scary, isn't that true?"
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand to touch his lips, and said, "Don't mention it, be careful to scare the snake."
His fingers were slightly cold, and he quickly touched Chang Ye's lips, like a superficial touch, completely unaware of any problem.
Chang Ye froze for a moment, looked at the finger he moved away, couldn't help but licked his lower lip lightly, and was interrupted by Qin Jun's words just as he was about to speak.
"You are too timid." Qin Jun's gray eyes stared straight at him. Whenever he looked at others with this kind of eyes, it made people feel that the time limit had come, and his life was not long, as if the next He will be killed by his sword in seconds.
But Changye was obviously not afraid. He glanced at Qin Jun with a sarcasm, but turned his head and complained to Jiang Yinghe in a wronged voice: "Master, does Senior Brother Qin despise me?"
Before Jiang Yinghe could utter his comforting words, he saw the demonic energy that had been looming for a moment resurface again, right in the middle of the first floor where the crowd came and went.
He stared at the pipa on the high platform in the center of the first floor without blinking, and felt that it was a disguised magic weapon.
Moxiu appeared in this kind of place where the world is full of wind and moon, so he must have practiced this way, and it is even very likely that he is a monk who practiced the way of carnival. Among the famous demon cultivators in the world, there is only one who is a fallen demon in the Dao of Hehuan... that is an old friend.
At that time, Jiang Yinghe appeared in the cultivation world as a sword cultivator. As the closed disciple of Penglai's former head, he had outstanding talent and rapid progress. He was tied with Tong Guiyu from the Hehuan Sect for the first place in the list of "Hundred Years of Heroes in the Cultivation World". An old man who was once an extremely outstanding disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and was a disciple of Tong Gui Yushi.
It was only later that he fell into the way of the devil, and his name was engraved on the arrest warrant of the Hehuan Sect, and he became a devil king who was feared even among the devil cultivators.
Jiang Yinghe stared at the past for a long time, seeing the devilish energy entwined on the purple pipa, he never expected to bump into him in such a place.
He took a deep breath, and instead of directly telling the disciples around him, he softly asked: "...It's still cold."
Li Huanhan listened calmly: "Yes."
"You and Jun'er stabilize the earth's energy here. I will set up an enchantment first, and we must maintain the enchantment from being broken through. Otherwise, not only this place, but also the fight between the cave and the virtual realm, the entire city will have it."
Danger. Chang Ye, you are still young, don't be brave..." He took out the black communication token of the Penglai Sect and handed it to Chang Ye, "Once the barrier is about to be broken, immediately inject spiritual energy into the token and notify Penglai. "
Chang Ye took the communication token and keenly noticed something unusual, he said: "Otherwise let me go with Master, I..."
I can still protect you.
He had always wanted to protect Jiang Yinghe, but this sentence cut his throat like a knife. He remembered what he said to Li Huanhan when he was in Yunzhou City.
He wanted to be by Master's side for more than a hundred years and a thousand years.
But at this moment, his concealment and deceit were no different from those of the other two evil cultivators, and he couldn't even say a word to protect him.
Jiang Yinghe interrupted: "You stay and be obedient."
Jiang Yinghe seldom blamed them. His last tenderness and patience were poured into his disciples. His tone seemed to be very strict.
Li Huanhan looked at him gravely for a moment, and said: "If the situation is not right, this disciple cannot guarantee that he will protect the barrier with all his strength."
Jiang Yinghe said patiently: "You can't control this matter, the people here are important..."
"No," Qin Jun also said, "Respect is required, Master."
Jiang Yinghe: "...the people are more important."
"Master, you must respect it." Li Huanhan said calmly.
Jiang Yinghe's breath was stuck in his chest, and he felt that he really couldn't control them anymore, but now that the situation was urgent, he decided to go back and educate them again. He stretched out his hands to form a formula, and formed an enchantment around the high platform where the pipa was.
This kind of enchantment is easy to break, and it needs the support of the monk's spiritual power to solve the matter quietly. According to Jiang Yinghe's understanding of that person, since his magic weapon is here, he must be here too.
Those who come from the Hehuan Sect have profound attainments in illusion.
Jiang Yinghe got up and went downstairs, using a little blindfold to blind others' sight, walked to the purple pipa alone, and entered into the enchantment he had set up.
There is a streamer on the pipa, and the patterns and lettering below are full of traces of the old Acacia sect. Jiang Yinghe raised his hand to caress the lettering, and the moment he touched the purple pipa, the scene around him suddenly changed.
It really is an illusion.
From the bustling world of mortals to the desolate moonlit night in front of him, the devilish energy and a thick blood energy slowly emerged and dispersed.
Jiang Yinghe looked at the "old friend" who was sitting in front of him.
In addition to the demonic energy on his body, there is also a very faint obscenity. The breath of a young woman is at his feet.
The corpse, in an instant, the beauty turned into dry bones.
"Xiao Xuanyu." Jiang Yinghe said calmly, "It seems that you lured me here on purpose?"
Xiao Xuanyu rolled his eyes, lifted his foot to kick away the corpse at his feet, and smiled as he expected at Jiang Yinghe.
"You know it clearly, but you always fall for such a superficial trick and throw yourself into the trap." He stood up and approached Jiang Yinghe step by step, as if recalling some memories. "The life of those mortals is only a short hundred years, and they are as humble as dust. They are just ants under their feet, but they are always so precious to you. You see, after so many years, as long as you use the lives of some ants as chips, aren't you going to fall into the trap?" in my hand?"
He raised his hand, wanting to touch the hair beside Jiang Yinghe's ear, but the other side dodged it.
Xiao Xuanyu had already anticipated his reaction, and gave a low laugh.
"How about this, as long as you agree to borrow a pair of repairs with me, I won't fight you here. You should be aware of the consequences of the two of us fighting..." He paused for a while, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, " I was stuck just before the catastrophe, and I lacked a cauldron to help me break through."
Jiang Yinghe stepped back half a step, and said in a cold tone, "Idiots are talking about dreams. I came to see you just to put an end to your old affair."
He slightly raised his hand, and the Xuejian Wangchen contained in the Dao body slowly emerged in mid-air, condensing a snow-white sword body, and settled firmly in his palm.
Jiang Yinghe's eyes were cold and cold.
"Using people as furnaces, mutilating fellow disciples and harming innocent people." His tone was harsh, "Xiao Xuanyu, the Wangchen Sword killed the head of your neck, but I have never forgotten it."