Penglai pie.
The incense burner smoked, and the white mist gradually spread and disappeared into the hall. Zhou Zhengping withdrew his hand, flicked the whisk between his fingers, and sighed: "It's the injury caused by forcibly running the Tao body. Although it is supported by spiritual power, it still somewhat damages the Tao body."
Yan Caiwei on the side also nodded and said: "It was the same when I was investigating. Brother Jiang's realm is higher than mine. Apart from the transmission of spiritual power from others, he can only recover by himself."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, put his wrist back into his sleeve, and said, "It's actually not that serious."
As soon as he finished speaking, he listened to the whole process, and then he hummed a little angrily: "It's not serious? Reversal of qi and blood, damage to the body, is it not serious? If your injury has not been repaired, the future catastrophe will come again." How do you want to get through it?"
Jiang Yinghe took a sip of tea slowly, and said, "I can always raise it well. It is still unknown when my catastrophe will come."
"It's the unknown number, so we have to be more careful." Yun Buxiu said, "I heard the disciples under Senior Sister Yan's discussion, saying that you are messing with those few..."
He originally wanted to talk about those "bastard apprentices", but he felt an inexplicable sense of fear in his mind, as if he had been harmed by them before. He was a little creepy, and his words stopped suddenly. He could only hate iron Looking at Jiang Yinghe steelily, he continued: "...Those apprentices, you, you four?"
Jiang Yinghe: "...it's not what you think."
"Not even one." Junior brother Xiaoyun took a deep breath, and said earnestly, "Abbot Chanqing has already said that you have a love calamity, and it is very likely that your soul will be scattered and you will not exist in the world. Brother Jiang..."
Yan Caiwei, who was next to him, raised her hand and tugged at him, cleared her throat, and said, "It's really not what Junior Brother Xiaoyun thought, it was the conspiracy of the three of them to renew your spiritual power and Dao body to resist the demon cultivator, Senior Brother Jiang, and It doesn't matter what's going on."
Yun Buxiu pulled back his sleeves, walked a few steps back and forth in front of the people, and said anxiously: "In short, I think Brother Jiang should stay in Penglai well, and it is best to retreat for healing."
Jiang Yinghe moistened his throat with tea, put down the cup casually, and said, "You don't have to. I will take care of myself naturally. I don't know how to heal Jun'er's hand. I have asked someone to ask Yao Wanggu, and Chang Ye's soft sword should also be treated. Recasting... There is no time to practice, it is just to heal the wounds, just a moment of flickering."
He paused, then raised his eyebrows and said: "Isn't it a good thing for a demon king in the Void Realm to be cut down by the sword of me and Huanhan, for the common people and the righteous way
"
If it were placed on the earth, it would be the effect of catching serial killers. People. Criminals. Not only is it a great achievement, but it will also be commended as a role model. Jiang Yinghe was secretly happy for a long time, and he didn't know why he was going to be dragged and injured by this group of fellow disciples when he returned to Penglai, and he was repeatedly criticized and worried.
"It's a good thing." Zhou Zhengping said leisurely, "I just don't want to exchange your injuries. Since it is said that your apprentice renews your spiritual power because of the conspiracy of the demon cultivator, what is this conspiracy?"
Jiang Yinghe's words froze, thinking about the seven-day acacia, so he didn't have the guts to say it directly. He calmed down, remained silent for a moment, and said, "It's an illusion that disturbs the mind."
Zhou Zhengping nodded, but didn't think much about it, and then saw Yan Caiwei, who had been listening dignifiedly, suddenly choked up, looked up at Jiang Yinghe, and put down the tea hesitantly.
She wiped the corners of her lips and helped to explain: "Yes... it's a kind of illusion, and you all know that the illusion of Hehuanzong is powerful. Let Junior Brother Jiang go back to repair his body and heal his wounds slowly?"
Zhou Zhengping had nothing to do, Junior Brother Xiaoyun didn't say anything. Jiang Yinghe felt relieved, nodded towards Senior Sister Yan, and left the main hall of the Penglai Sect.
After the snow-white solitary figure left his sight, Zhou Zhengping continued to ask, "What kind of illusion?"
Yan Caiwei replied helplessly: "The art of illusion."
Originally, Yun Buxiu had calmed down, but he raised his eyes excitedly by this sentence, and said angrily: "Then his disciples are still surrounding him!"
Junior brother Xiaoyun regards Jiang Yinghe as an object of admiration, looks at him very much, complains indiscriminately, then stands up and walks out, while saying: "I have to ask those juniors if I treat them well. The master has some evil intentions, no one can touch my senior brother's love-"
As soon as he stopped speaking, an inexplicable sense of danger that penetrated deep into his bones rushed up, and he subconsciously stopped. At the same time, Yan Caiwei also stopped him in time.
"Come back." Senior Sister Yan knocked on the table, "Your senior brother has no roots of affection, so don't worry."
Junior Brother Xiaoyun's mind was frozen by these words, and he slowly cooled down, before he said: "Even if he has no roots of affection, but he loves his disciples so much, if he knows that some of these disciples really covet him People, didn't they live up to their ardent expectations?"
"That's the matter between them." Yan Caiwei said, "Everyone's journey to immortality is different, maybe Junior Brother Jiang should go through this once, so that his heart will become stronger."
cloud is endless
He wanted to argue with her, but then he heard the voice of the brother in charge.
"Okay." Zhou Zhengping said, "Everyone has their own good luck. Brother Jiang never believes in the destiny, and he will not believe too much in Qingjie. His Taoist heart is that man can conquer heaven."
——
Qingjingya, Baihe Yuyu.
The He Ling at the door waited for his master for a long time, rubbing against Jiang Yinghe's fingertips for a long time. Jiang Yinghe entered the Xuanmen after he touched it almost.
Everything in Baihe Yuyu was as before, and the walls of Lengyu exuded a cool breath. Jiang Yinghe just glanced at it, and saw Chang Ye with his back turned to him, fiddling with the bookshelf.
There are no exercises, Taoism, or methods to sharpen the mind in the bookshelf, just some old calendars of the Penglai School and stories from the world of self-cultivation, there is nothing that cannot be read.
Chang Ye changed into a red dress, with dark red embossed patterns branded in the robe, and a string of jade-colored beads hung around his waist, which swayed gently between his movements.
Jiang Yinghe stood and watched for a while, only to realize that the other person's height had also grown, and he was no longer the young man who got into his arms in the past. Although Changye's appearance is still young, and his expression and attitude are somewhat childish, his body is already close to the skeleton of a young man. His long black hair is only half tied, and the other half falls on his shoulders.
Jiang Yinghe stood there looking at it for a while, thinking of his appearance when he was buried in the ice... The most distressing thing about such young and helpless people is not that they are weak, but that they are becoming more and more firm and tenacious. indomitable.
Changye seemed to have pulled out a book from the bookshelf, and when he sensed someone behind him, he turned around and showed half of his delicate eyebrows.
Seeing Jiang Yinghe's return, those brows and eyes that had not fluctuated seemed to come alive in an instant, revealing a kind of undisguised joy.
"Master!" He rushed over and hugged Jiang Yinghe habitually. When he was about to continue acting like a baby, he was tapped on the shoulder by the other party.
"Long Ye," Jiang Yinghe said softly, "I can't do this anymore, I won't grow up if I'm so delicate."
Chang Ye was a little unconvinced, and whispered aggrievedly: "Is Master not loving Ye'er anymore?"
Jiang Yinghe knew that was his reaction, sighed softly, stretched out his hand and flicked his brain: "Is there no charm in cultivating the Tao? You only think about how to cling to me every day?"
Chang Ye stretched out his hand to cover the place where he was bounced, and then quickly showed Jiang Yinghe the book he just pulled out, and asked curiously, "Master, what is this?"
Jiang Yinghe glanced casually, then his eyes froze.
There is a line of simplified Chinese characters written on it, which is his
The handwriting, it says—
"Postpartum Care of Sows"
Jiang Yinghe: "..."
It seems to be a little yellow book that Tong Guiyu stuffed into the storage magic weapon when he was just practicing Taoism. At that time, he thought the cover was too bad, so he wrapped a cover... Why didn't he throw it away, probably because of this book It must have an unusual meaning to Jiang Yinghe, who was still a virgin at the time.
Although still a virgin.
There are many old books on Baihe Yuyu's bookshelf, but Jiang Yinghe no longer remembers what they are. Looking at the pure and innocent expression of the little apprentice, he suddenly felt a heavy sense of guilt. After deliberating for a moment, he said as naturally as possible: "It's for the protection of monsters. It's useless for you to take it. Just put it here."
Changye was stunned for a moment, and the words "raise monsters" turned around in his mind, then he lowered his head and glanced at the oversimplified line of handwriting on the cover, and tentatively said, "Master likes... raising monsters?"
There are several crane spirits at Jiang Yinghe's gate. Although they are spirit beasts, they are also within the category of demons, but they are different from fierce beasts. He just thought briefly, and then replied: "I like to raise obedient and well-behaved ones."
Chang Ye blinked, leaned over and said, "I'm the best at being obedient and well-behaved, Master, will you support me?"
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him, took out the little yellow booklet from his hand, and said, "Isn't it supporting you now? When I brought you back, you weren't so courageous."
As he spoke, he remembered the matter of winning the seven-day carnival before, and asked again: "That magic cultivator...were you afraid at that time?"
If he used this sentence to ask Li Huanhan or Qin Jun, those two people would definitely say that they are not afraid without blinking an eye, only Chang Ye hesitated a little, and said: "A little bit."
It's just not because I'm afraid of that demon cultivator, but because I'm afraid that you will be injured and have an accident inside, but he can't arrive in time because of hesitation.
Jiang Yinghe said in a gentle tone: "It's okay to be afraid, you don't have to be afraid in the future, Changye must slowly learn to protect others. Before that, Master and Senior Brother are the wings to protect you."
He stroked the little apprentice's hair in a comforting manner, and by the way put the "Postpartum Care of Sows" a little farther away. Unexpectedly, he was so distracted that he was suddenly thrown down by the little apprentice.
The two of them stood very close to the bed, so even if they fell down, they wouldn't hurt, but Jiang Yinghe still felt Changye's hand resting on the back of his head.
a layer of cocoon.
The other party's unfettered hair fell down and merged with Jiang Yinghe's black hair.
Changye's black eyes were slightly bright, and the brilliance of the spirit seal between the eyebrows flowed. The exposed half of the face was a peerless beauty, while the other half, which was incomplete and damaged, was a black animal pattern mask.
"I also want to protect Shizun." Chang Ye hugged him tightly from above, buried his head in the side of Shizun's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Master, don't treat me like a child, okay? In fact, I..."
There was a sudden pause in his words, and Jiang Yinghe's appearance was reflected in his raised eyes.
Actually what? Hasn't he always regarded himself as a protector? Yes, he is different from the other two, he just wants, wants to treat him simply...
The voice in Changye's heart became more and more depressed, and all emotions were tensed like a string, as if covering up a clumsy lie.
But the violently beating chest, the hot and slightly hot ear tips, and the lingering emotions in his mind... everything is laughing at him, betraying the moment when he is gradually derailed.
His tense emotions were breaking apart, inch by inch.
Chang Ye moved a little closer and heard Jiang Yinghe's gentle laughter.
"You're so childish yourself, why don't you ask me not to treat you as a child?" Jiang Yinghe didn't realize what was wrong at all. After all, the little apprentice is a ruthless coquettish machine, and this kind of hugging on the bed doesn't seem to be very disobedient. "I'm still waiting for you to be alone."
Before he could finish speaking, Chang Ye grabbed his wrist and said in a low voice: "Will Master stay under Ye'er's wings when I am alone?"
Jiang Yinghe actually felt a rare sense of filial piety. He was very moved and then refused: "The journey of asking questions is difficult. I have reached the peak, and the road ahead is bleak. There are no predecessors to pave the way, and I can't wait for the successor to come first. You don't want to." Think about it."
Chang Ye looked at Jiang Yinghe seriously for a moment, and those innocent eyes fell on him, and there was hardly any emotion about love.
But how he was scorched by the fire and scorched by anxiety, only he himself knows.
He raised his hand, slowly curled Jiang Yinghe's hair on his fingertips a few times, and said, "Master, I'm reminded of the past."
Jiang Yinghe listened intently.
"A few days ago, when I was completing my golden elixir, some chaotic memories suddenly came to my mind," Chang Ye whispered, "All I remembered were darkness, blood, and endless fighting. It seemed that the only way to survive was to kill. Get rid of everyone else... memories like this that don't deserve to exist."
He relies on
Touching Jiang Yinghe's shoulder, he closed his eyes.
"I have never seen someone who is so gentle to the whole world like Master."
Jiang Yinghe didn't even know that he had such an image in the eyes of his little apprentice. And the few words the other party said were too lovable!
He's just an ordinary guy, slowly finding his way home. Bringing them around also has his own wish.
"Actually, in my hometown, there are many people like this." Jiang Yinghe looked at him with a soft tone. "They're willing to do justice, they're willing to reach out, they're willing to make everything better."
Jiang Yinghe poured a bowl of chicken soup according to the education standards in his mind, feeling that his education method can completely teach the pillars of the three views to be very upright, and added another sentence.
"The name Chang Ye is too painful to name." He said, "But it doesn't matter, there will be moonlight to accompany you at night."
Chang Ye didn't speak, but tightened his arms, wrapped around Jiang Yinghe's waist, and said after a while: "... Master accompany me."
It wasn't until this moment that he fully realized that Jiang Yinghe was the bright moon and clear light beside him, and he was just a star lost in the long night. He didn't want to protect him purely, and it wasn't just for a momentary reward. He really wanted to be with him and be by his side for more than a hundred years and a thousand years.
The longer the better, the best time is endless.
May I be like a star and you like a moon.
——
Jiang Yinghe finally tested the level of his golden elixir Dzogchen realm, and only let the little apprentice go back to rest when the sun was setting.
It wasn't until the night fell that Jiang Yinghe noticed that at some point, Chang Ye's progress bar suddenly increased a lot. He thought that the realm of the little apprentice had obviously not changed, and the whole monk of 12 feet couldn't figure it out.
He sat on the bed and competed with the progress bar, considering the two conditions of "mental health" and "teacher-student relationship", researched it many times, and felt that these two factors might have an impact on the progress bar.
Especially the teacher-student relationship... Uh, with the touching master-student relationship between him and his apprentices, can this relationship go further? What is this for? In the end, can she still drink blood to worship the alliance? We will be half brothers in the future
Jiang Yinghe's thoughts continued to wander, and the sense of humor in his body continued to ferment. When his thoughts became more and more outrageous, he suddenly remembered that "Postpartum Care of Sows" was still on the side of the bed.
He picked up the book, his mind was in a state of wandering, and he casually reviewed the gift of Tong Guiyu back then.
Jiang
Ying He raised his hand and flipped it over, immediately gasped, and closed it again with a snap.
… He turned to the page with the illustration.
All of this was so exciting that Millennium Single could not bear it.
Jiang Yinghe took a breath, opened the page from the first page, read a few lines slowly, and then gradually relaxed.
It doesn't seem to be a big scale. Why did you chase Tong Guiyu with the Wangchen sword and cut off half of his hair? It seems that even if you are single for a thousand years, your experience will increase. A small cart like this can no longer affect me!
Jiang Yinghe was inexplicably satisfied, put the book aside, and got ready to sleep on time.
As the night grew thicker, He Ling at the door was half-rested when he was startled by the sound of footsteps. They raised their heads and saw a dark shadow entering the Xuanmen.
Only Jiang Yinghe and the three apprentices of Baihe Yuyu can come and go freely, and He Ling will not wake up the master, but continue to fall asleep.
There was a faint chill on that person's body. After the breath dissipated from the outside, he slowly approached the bedside and stayed beside him for a long, long time.
It's been so long that he thought that he was going to stagnate like this, sinking like a statue.
When it was clear that he was not coming, his heart was burning with anxiety, but when he really saw the master, his mood became more and more peaceful.
The sleeping face of the other party is really too quiet and beautiful. Scattered black hair swirls down on the couch, eyelids are like fans, complexion is like frost, and even breathing is long and quiet.
He just sat in silence for a while, but found that Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows were slightly tightened in his sleep, and he looked uncomfortable.
Jiang Yinghe really felt uncomfortable.
The things he dreamed were... almost ashamed to say...! Jiang Yinghe always felt that he raised his apprentices very well, and that he was pure in heart and desires, and his three outlooks were upright, but he didn't expect that not long after he fell asleep, the dreams in his mind began to go out of the way.
He dreamed of a very good-looking man pressing towards him, gently unbuttoning his clothes, and then asked him in a low voice, "How many people do you like?"
How many... How many people? Don't talk about the time, Jiang Yinghe still feels his head is buzzing, and he is too stunned to react.
How can there be a few people here? Even if this kind of thing happened, it should be done by two people because of their feelings. Not to mention that the gender is not right, how come the number of people is not right in the end!
He realized that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up for some reason, and the feeling in his body, which was similar to the residual effect of seven-day acacia medicine, became stronger and stronger.
until there seems to be a
The slightly cold hand touched his forehead for a moment, and an extremely refreshing breath poured in, and he barely woke up, sitting on the bed and doubting his life.
There was no one around, and it seemed that the finger that woke him up was also an illusion in a dream. Jiang Yinghe pinched the center of his brows, thinking about the number of people in the end, that battle... What kind of high-speed rail speed is this, I just glanced at the trolley before going to bed!
He let it go for a while, and felt that his mind had calmed down, and he was reflecting on why he suddenly had such a dream. The reflection was not enough, and he began to question his sexual orientation that had not been proven in practice.
Before he could confirm his orientation problem, he realized another problem——
The mind is calm, the body is not yet.
Jiang Yinghe silently moved his gaze away, feeling a sense of sadness similar to the feeling of being lost at the end of the festival. The remaining medicinal effects of the seven-day Albizia Jubilata were still burning, cooking his body bit by bit.
His mind was about to stop, and in the end he could only calm down, and resignedly reached out to untie the tie of the snow-colored jacket.
It seems that every innocent virgin will eventually be handed over to his hands.
But Jiang Yinghe was not very good at this kind of thing, and he couldn't completely calm down after working hard for a long time. In the end, it was too uncomfortable, so he stopped serving him at all, buried him in the bed and started to ignore it.
He finally realized that the power of Hehuan Sect should not be underestimated.
Jiang Yinghe's mind was a little confused, and he felt a little half-dream and half-awake in a trance. He consciously wanted to run the Dao body to suppress this energy, but suddenly remembered that his Gong body was still injured.
The reason for the injury was that he forcibly suppressed the effect of the medicine with the Dao Body, and at the same time that Moxiu was cut to pieces, he also vomited blood so painfully.
Just as Jiang Yinghe was hesitating for a moment, the scene in the dream seemed to reappear, and a cold hand pressed his shoulder, and he called something in a low voice.
Jiang Yinghe thought in a little confusion, he couldn't be dreaming of a serial drama... After winning the Seven Days of Acacia, why is this dream always full of content that is not allowed to be broadcast by the TV station
But this time, there was no shock in the number of people. There was only one person, to be precise, only one hand.
The other party seemed a little apprehensive, he didn't know why he was hesitating, but his movements were very precise, which solved Jiang Yinghe's urgent need.
Jiang Yinghe lowered his head and curled up a little, his breathing became more and more chaotic, until the effect of the medicine reached its limit and he found a breaking point.
All the torment disappeared, all the strange feelings gathered together, and then suddenly dispersed.
Moonlight shines in
Bai He Yuyu also shone on his water-stained eyelashes, and between his slender fingers unconsciously grasping the mattress.
Jiang Yinghe's confused and scattered thoughts slowly came back to his cage, and only then could he detect a touch of the boundless loveliness from the aftertaste of the sea of desire.
——
Jiang Yinghe destroyed the "Postpartum Care of Sows" the next day.
Although there are trolleys and rocking carts inside, they can't stand him being inexperienced and the lingering poison is not clear, how can he keep such things!
Correspondingly, Jiang Yinghe, who hadn't contacted Tong Guiyu for hundreds of years, solemnly wrote a letter to Tong Guiyu this time, asking a crane spirit at the door to send it to Hehuanzong.
The monks in the Hollow Realm escaped light very quickly, and after about two cups of tea, there was the sound of cranes at the door. Jiang Yinghe withdrew the Taoist restraint, and saw Tong Guiyu, dressed in fancy clothes, walking in with a smile on his face.
...When Jiang Yinghe, who was always cold and lonely, encountered such a problem, he was so happy that he almost laughed three times, his face was full of expressions of "I must watch this event".
Jiang Yinghe was wearing a snow-colored robe, with pale gold patterns embroidered on the edge of the robe. The cold and delicate fragrance on his body still smelled good, his expression was as usual, and he didn't seem to be troubled by such things in the slightest.
On the jade table are a cup of tea and a game of chess. Jiang Yinghe got off by himself for a while, motioned for Tong Guiyu to sit opposite, then raised his hand and poured him a cup of warm tea.
"Last time, I said that we would meet again next time. Why did you use me so soon?" Tong Guiyu wore a pink dress, as tender as a peach blossom in March, and winked at him with fox eyes, " Let me hear, our Immortal Lord Xuanwei actually has today."
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him, and said, "This seat cleans up the door for you, and you're still laughing."
"Hahahaha, I actually don't want to laugh." Tong Guiyu rubbed his cheeks while laughing, "But when I think of you calling me here because of this kind of thing, I really can't help but think hahahaha."
Jiang Yinghe: "...can you say something that people say?"
Tong Guiyu wanted to laugh even more, he tapped on the wall of the teacup and said, "Okay, okay, then tell me, how does the seven-day carnival taste like?"
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "It's not that good."
"Really?" Tong Guiyu is very confident about his own things, "Then it seems that Xianjun Xuanwei can carry it by himself?"
Jiang Yinghe endured and endured, before letting out a breath, and said, "No, I'm the body of ice and snow, so I'm dizzy from burning this thing."
Tong Guiyu resisted the urge to laugh, and took a sip of tea to cover up
Stop, pretending to be serious and authentic: "Originally in our sect, there is no antidote for this kind of medicine, and yours is still prepared by the devil, so there is no way..."
Seeing Jiang Yinghe frowning slightly, he changed the subject and continued, "However, there is a method I can teach you."
Jiang Yinghe nodded and said, "Say it."
"As long as a monk with a profound cultivation base holds this to keep watch for you." Tong Guiyu took out an ice-blue bead string from the magic weapon, stretched out his hand and put it on Jiang Yinghe's wrist. It is the only magic weapon that dispels lust, but it has only one side effect, after wearing it, your Taoist body will not be able to function at all, almost equal to a mortal."
"When you wear it, you need a monk you trust to protect the dharma, to dispel the residual effects of the medicine and repair the injured body." Tong Guiyu said, "I think your apprentices are very good, and I think they can take on this task." One thing, it only takes about a month, and your residual medicine effect can be completely dispelled and dispelled."
Tong Guiyu spoke with a smile, and his eyes were quite meaningful.
Jiang Yinghe didn't think too much at all, but thought for a while, and said: "This morning, Huanhan told me that his realm has been polished to perfection, and he is going to retreat to pass the catastrophe. I don't know where he chose to cross the catastrophe. , now only Jun'er and Changye are left in Qingjingya."
Tong Guiyu said: "I heard that your second disciple was forced to be promoted to Yuanshen Daoist, is there any sequelae?"
Jiang Yinghe shook his head and said, "My hands are not very good, but the rest is fine."
Afterwards, the pair of fox eyes on the opposite side blinked again, and said, "Isn't it enough to have two people? I don't think you can bear even one."
Jiang Yinghe didn't quite understand this sentence, he lacked a root of emotion and couldn't turn to other angles in his mind. Hearing this, he raised his eyes in a daze, saw the person opposite him drink up the tea cup, and immediately got up.
"Then I will return to Huanzong." He said, "After all, it is the acting head teacher. If the head of the sect does not leave for a day, I, the acting head teacher, will not be able to take off the burden."
Jiang Yinghe nodded and said, "Please come here."
"No trouble." Tong Guiyu smiled, and cupped his hands half jokingly and half seriously, "Thank you Xuanwei Xianjun for eradicating a big heart disease for Hehuan."
Before Jiang Yinghe could say anything, he saw the other party bowed in front of him and made a big salute.
He raised his hand a little, trying to stop it, but he didn't say it after all. Instead, he watched Tong Guiyu get up again, turn around and leave, and when his back was getting further away, the words that came from him still seemed like a ridiculous joke.
"Three hundred years of the same family, one
Towards the Fallen Demon. It turns out that only you and I took it seriously when we practiced friendship in the past. Is it true that all love in the world cannot avoid desire and rebirth? "
The Taoist door opened, Jiang Yinghe watched him leave, and sighed in a low voice: "The so-called priority and severity are all based on his own will."
After Tong Guiyu left, Jiang Yinghe took off the ice-blue beads on his wrist and observed carefully for a moment.
The Hehuan Sect rarely has such magical artifacts. Most of their sects are aphrodisiac magical artifacts and medicines, and they are also divided into two factions. They tend to be more evil, and the other faction only has fun with their lovers, but sometimes they have more than one lover.
The importance of love and desire has been a topic of controversy in the Acacia Sect for many years. This involves their future test content of Dao Xin and the concept of harmony, which is very important.
Tong Guiyu Xiuqing, the beauty sword in his hand is very greedy for beauty and love in his spirituality, and it is for this reason that this sword bows his head in the hands of Hunyuan Xianjun.
Jiang Yinghe restrained his thoughts, thinking of Li Huanhan saying goodbye outside the door when the cranes were panicking this morning.
The eldest apprentice was wearing a black robe with some folds on the corners, and his expression was not quite right, as if he hadn't slept all night, and even his voice was a little weird.
Jiang Yinghe had just woke up from that bone-crunching dream at that time, not only had a headache, but also had a bad temper. He heard Li Huanhan say that he would leave Qingjingya for a while and find a suitable place to break through the Yuanshen During the period, I felt a little unhappy in my heart.
Because the other party didn't seem to come to say goodbye just for this reason.
If this is the reason, why would he pace outside the Xuanmen for a long time, not daring to see each other? There must be something to hide from myself.
While relieving the slight headache caused by the dream, Jiang Yinghe spread out his ruler to write a letter to Tong Guiyu, and asked softly in the Baihe Yuyu: "Have you chosen the place to cross the catastrophe?"
"I've chosen."
Huan Han's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't know why it made his words condense such deep and hidden emotions.
"what is the place?"
There was a slight fire burning in the small censer on the side, and the book that led to the affair of the night was burning in the furnace. But outside the door is a bit of biting cold wind between the clear cliffs, dotting the hem of his thick ink-like clothes with a little cold morning dew.
Li Huanhan seemed to be silent for a moment, and then replied: "It is a place where disciples can temporarily wake up."
Jiang Yinghe paused for a moment,
Hear his continued voice.
"I have been with gentleness for a long time, and I don't know cruelty." Li Huanhan said, "The disciple is too tempted, afraid that I will do... things that will hurt him."
As soon as he said this, Jiang Yinghe immediately understood what it was for.
It's a good thing that Qin Jun likes female cultivators for his two apprentices who eat grass by the side of the nest. Li Huanhan is a young man bent into a mosquito coil, at the age of impulsiveness, if he stays with the person he likes in Penglai for too long, it is indeed easy to do some unacceptable things... What's more, the other party is still a straight one.
This consciousness is too high. Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared.
He stopped writing, straightened his sleeves, and pushed open Baihe Yuyu's Taoist door. In the morning breeze and clear dew, he saw the big apprentice standing in front of the door, and the blood sword beside him seemed to have a new sword pendant. , and the sword pendant on the Wangchen sword is a weaving method.
Jiang Yinghe didn't get too close, but looked at the other party for a moment, and sure enough, he could see a heavy sense of restraint from those dark blood eyes.
"Go."
Jiang Yinghe said calmly: "Don't go too far, Penglai is waiting for you, Qingjingya is waiting for you..."
Li Huanhan stared at his lips, and heard the other party continue to speak in a gentle tone.
"... Master is waiting for you too."
He only needs this sentence.
Li Huanhan seemed to want to say something more, but facing Jiang Yinghe's clear eyes, he couldn't say anything.
Jiang Yinghe watched him bid farewell in front of Baihe Yuyu's gate, and his heart gradually evolved from infinite worry about the love robbery to his children and grandchildren's own blessings, and finally returned to the desk table, and continued to worry about the letter for a while Only then did He Ling send a message to the Hehuan Sect.
He sighed, and slowly only one thought remained in his mind.
... Changye is still young, tonight is the first time, let Jun'er come over
This man with a questionable sexual orientation didn't realize at all... just how ridiculous this is.
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When Li Huanhan left, Qin Jun actually knew it immediately.
He watched the heavenly demon make several concealed marks around Baihe Yuyu, circled around as if burying an alarm, then turned his head to look at him, and then left.
Qin Jun licked the tips of his teeth. He felt that the demon's behavior was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was so weird? Could it be that his conscience has discovered that he has given up on turning his master into a furnace
Not only did he know, Chang Ye probably knew about it immediately. Several of them distrust each other and feel that each other has their own interests.
Therefore, Li Huanhan suddenly bid farewell to Qingjingya, which surprised him a little.
In Qin Jun's eyes, what he likes must be fought to the end, and there is absolutely no reason to give up halfway. Li Huanhan doesn't look like he's giving up—he's finally willing to break through the Yuanshen stage, probably because he's preparing to snatch his master back if his identity is revealed in the end
This idea reached its peak when he met Jiang Yinghe that night.
Jiang Yinghe's hair was not tied up, and the tails of his hair fell limply on the edge of his collar, and the lights illuminated his brows.
He was only wearing a snow-white jacket, and on his narrow wrists was a string of ice-blue bracelets. Against each other, his skin was as cold and white as frost.
Qin Jun took a deep look, and then approached the master to dispel the remaining effects of the medicine and repair the injured body for him.
Although Jiang Yinghe had told him about the remaining effects of the medicine, he was still a little embarrassed out of the face of an elder. He looked at Qin Jun's focused gaze, thought for a while, and decided to find something to say if he had nothing to say, and said, "Huanhan went to retreat to cross the catastrophe."
Qin Jun didn't show the slightest surprise, he clasped Jiang Yinghe's fingers tightly with his boneless left hand, and said, "I know about this, and Junior Brother Changye also knows about it."
That's right, they have such a good relationship, Huan Han must have bid farewell to them. Jiang Yinghe thought he was normal and nodded, then remembered something, and asked in a low voice: "Jun'er, do you know where he went?"
On the surface, he didn't ask the bottom line, but in fact he was still worried. Jiang Yinghe complained about his old father mentality while asking.
Qin Jun didn't answer, but tightened his fingers a little, rubbed the other's white fingertips, and said with a little jealousy: "Master, when talking to his disciples, can he only talk about Senior Brother Li?"
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, but he squeezed his fingertips tightly.
"I just want to tell Master about the matter between us." Qin Jun said, "Master is wearing this thing, and his Taoism is restricted. I'm afraid it's not safe, and Junior Brother Chang Ye is too childish. Why don't you let me do it for a month?" come on."
"Without sleep for a month, even a monk will be very tired." Jiang Yinghe said.
How can he be tired? He is obviously very happy.
Qin Jun didn't answer, but held his hand to run his spiritual power according to Penglai's exercises to help him dispel the residual medicine effect in the meridian blood. The closer he got, the more he couldn't hold back.
This evil spirit surrounded him like a beloved object, and smelled the cold fragrance spreading from the opponent's body.
Jiang Yinghe couldn't stay up late at all, and because Jun'er was on guard at night, he felt very safe.
In the middle of the night, he still fell asleep under the breath of another person.
In this dream, there was nothing that troubled him.
Only a secret kiss on the cheek.
The author has something to say: May I be like a star king like a moon, with a bright and clean night and night stream. —Fan Chengda's "Che Yaoyao"
Tong Guiyu: Hehe, although the quantity exceeds the standard, the quality is still very good!
Jiang Yinghe: Are you speaking human words? ! !
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