Jiang Yinghe finally got another good night's sleep.
He has no domain awareness and does not resist the invasion of other people's breath. Even though Jun'er felt sleepy in the second half of the night, it seemed that he had been lying against him for a long time, but he still didn't wake up.
It is difficult to have any sense of crisis when you are around someone you trust.
Jiang Yinghe woke up hazily, changed clothes and washed as usual, his thoughts slowly returned to his mind, and remembered what Tong Guiyu said that this bead string to dispel passion and desire only needs to be worn in sleep, during the daytime, the residual medicine The effect is negligible.
He took off the bracelet and put it in the magic storage device. Just as he was about to tie his hair, his fingers suddenly touched a thin braid.
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and looked at the thin braid in front of his hands, and found that the braid was very fine, every inch was tight and delicate, and another strand of gray thread at the end was tied tightly.
With a swipe of his fingertips, it was not a gray silk thread underneath, but a strand of light gray hair.
Jiang Yinghe was completely awake, but he turned around helplessly and said, "Jun'er?"
A muffled laugh came from behind him. Standing beside him, Qin Jun actively admitted his mistake and said without repentance: "The vigil is really boring, this disciple has offended the master."
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand to untie the hair knot, and said, "Your right hand has lost its flesh and blood, and only bones are left. Why can't your hand be idle?"
His focus was off again, and he felt that Qin Jun's hand was so clever that he couldn't untie it himself.
Jiang Yinghe worked hard for a while, suspecting that Jun'er had tied a knot, and after struggling for a while, he still couldn't untie the knot.
Then, the other hand grabbed his fingertips. Going around his wrist, he untied the braided hair.
Qin Jun straightened out the master's hair, and said in a low voice with a smile: "The disciple tied the master's hair."
Jiang Yinghe closed his eyes and let out a "hmm", feeling that to a certain extent, Jun'er was more capricious than Chang Ye. Although Changye likes to act like a baby, that's all he wants to do. Qin Jun always makes Jiang Yinghe feel like... he can do anything.
strangeness? Why do you think so...
Just as he was thinking, he heard a gloomy voice next to his ear.
"Master." Qin Jun said, "people outside the sect say that I am arrogant by nature, easy to go astray and go astray, if..."
He spoke slowly, and remained silent for a moment, with a hint of nervous tentativeness.
"If the disciple really goes astray, will Master still treat me like this?"
His fingers ran through Jiang Yinghe's soft and long black hair,
Gather the hair into the palm of the hand, and use the silver spirit jade crown and long hairpin to gather it together.
There are traces of talisman seals engraved on the head of the hairpin. From this angle, one can see the tips of the other party's shiny and fair ears.
In fact, it is not that Jiang Yinghe has not thought about this problem. Although he loves the apprentice filter for 20,000 meters, he has not been completely blinded by his reason. In his heart, his disciples are naturally good, but they all have flaws of.
Jiang Yinghe thought for a moment, and replied obediently: "For the right path in the world, I should clean up the door, but for you, I will guide you back on the right track."
The movement of hairpin for him paused for a moment.
Qin Jun approached from behind, half hugged his waist, and said in a low voice: "Where the master is, it is my right track."
Jiang Yinghe felt a little strange, and subconsciously said: "As long as you stand upright, you won't deviate from the path..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw that the A Jiang master system, which had been silent all this time, suddenly jumped out. The outer frame of the progress bar belonging to Qin Jun turned completely pink, and it lit up with small waves for a while, and popped out one by one. Be careful.
Jiang Yinghe: ...What the hell is going on with the aesthetics of the little devil fairy? Is this system broken
"Stand upright." Qin Jun stared at the other party's slender eyebrows, and repeated this sentence in a low voice. The smile on his lips could not see his mind, and he replied as if joking, "What is righteous and what is evil? ? The way of heaven is ruthless, can you also distinguish between good and evil?"
Even though he asked about the ruthlessness of the Dao of Heaven, Qin Jun still had some doubts about what happened before his rebirth—he was born as an evil spirit, and he was born to be the leader of ghost cultivators in the world, but in the end he died under the Dao of Heaven because of his identity as an evil spirit. Is Bu Jinxian already the pinnacle of ghost cultivation
Qin Jun lowered his eyes and got closer, the lingering fragrance of the soul secretly overflowed, and the fragrance soaked into the lungs.
If it were more than a hundred years ago, Qin Jun would still wantonly wrap his arms around his waist, beg for a few mouthfuls of Dao body blood under the pretext of being invaded by ghosts, and bite his frost-white skin to satisfy his bone marrow-engraved desire . But now—
He looked at Jiang Yinghe looking up, and said with a serious expression: "The way of heaven can't tell, but the human heart can tell. You just need to be worthy of your own heart."
While pouring chicken soup habitually, Jiang Yinghe reached out and touched the hair crown. Under the tied Lingyu crown, he felt a thin black braid tied in and hidden in the hair, and made a new style.
Jiang Yinghe: "...Jun'er."
Qin Jun seemed to be holding back a laugh, but soon
Returning to his serious look, he coughed as if to cover up, leaned over and pressed his shoulder, and his hot breath swept across Jiang Yinghe's neck.
"Master, please forgive me." He lowered his head, "It's very beautiful."
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "I'm going to be angry."
The answer was the two apprentices hugged him with a low smile full of joy, and the ears made the other's breath warm.
"It's really beautiful, Master, don't be stingy."
… Is this a matter of being petty? His majesty as a master has been trampled by this little braid!
Jiang Yinghe was really defeated by him, thinking how Jun'er didn't feel tired at all after guarding him all night, but instead had such fun playing, and even learned from Chang Ye that he would not change his mind after repeated admonitions.
He maintained his master's face, so he could only sigh in resignation.
"Don't do this next time, I'm really going to be angry."
Like a very gentle and good-tempered person, admonishing children without threatening, even such words are full of clear love.
It's just that he doesn't know that what his three disciples want is far more than just his love and affection.
——
Naturally, Qin Jun couldn't "hold on" to the vigil by himself. His "considerate and well-behaved" junior brother soon intervened and "shared" this important event for him.
Jiang Yinghe trusted the two disciples very much, and there was nothing wrong with it. It's just that if he stays with him for a long night, he will always find someone in his arms when he wakes up the next morning, and he is sleepy and obediently calls him "Master". When Qin Jun is present, he must find something to do at night , as if in need of distraction.
Indirectly caused Baihe Yuyu to be surprised everywhere.
Jiang Yinghe looked expressionlessly at the Xuanjiantai, which had changed drastically after one night, and reasonably suspected that Qin Jun had some private hobbies... such as decorating or something. Why is he so obsessed with turning the things around him into things he has handled
He thought to no avail, and thought it was Qin Jun's personal hobby, so he took the letter sent to Baihe Yuyu from Heling's mouth, turned it to the front and glanced at it—the letter from the Buddha seal of Lanruo Temple.
For some reason, when Jiang Yinghe held the letter in his hand, there was a sense of sadness in his heart, as if to show that the content of the letter was not good.
He pointed to the Buddha seal, poured spiritual power into the pattern of the letter, removed the restriction, and took out the letter inside.
... It is about the incident of Chan Master Huijing of Lanruo Temple sitting down.
Zen Master Huijing waded into the world of mortals to save all sentient beings, but she didn't want to meet the Nine Infant Demon Monarch of the demon tribe and perish in the sea of dust.
Jiang Yinghe had seen that person before, and he remembered that it was a sexual
A calm and gentle Buddhist cultivator. He has already experienced many such things that are so close at hand and so far away in the blink of an eye, either life or death.
He stood up, burned the obituary letter in his hand, turned his head and glanced outside Baihe Yuyu, and saw a figure in red sitting on the branch of an ancient pine tree in Qingjingya, next to a nest of spirit bird eggs.
Although Chang Ye's figure has changed like a youth, but at this moment, it still looks like a youth. With his feet hanging in the air, he seemed to be sitting on a tree cleaning his flute. The female of the spirit bird was standing on the edge of the nest, approaching him little by little.
The night didn't move. He has recently worn a cinnabar-red robe several times, which further complements his snow-skinned red lips and peach-blossom face. Even if half of his face is hidden under the mask, it does not hinder his beauty in the slightest.
The bird landed on Chang Ye's shoulder and was not startled away.
He seems to have a natural affinity for spirit beasts. Many small beasts that have not yet developed their spiritual intelligence and cannot transform form like to approach him, even the few crane spirits at the door.
Jiang Yinghe looked at it for a long time, and suddenly felt that his heart was touched by something... The little apprentice is so cute and cute, with a docile personality, no wonder he is also liked by small animals.
The softness of the long night is too vivid, and the whole person is full of youthful vitality. Just say that when he got out of Jiang Yinghe's arms these days, Jiang Yinghe, who was a little unresponsive in sleep, would always be shocked by the beauty of the other party.
Then he was infected by his a little noisy and lively, and even his thoughts came alive, which is really a little happy fruit.
While drawing conclusions, Jiang Yinghe watched him think about the matter just now, and unconsciously relaxed a lot, thinking that when he went to express condolences on behalf of Penglai, he would take Xiao Changye with him, hoping that the child would mature soon, don't be like Now this is too kind and innocent.
On the other side, Chang Ye, who was sitting on the tree, seemed to notice that the master was looking at him, and immediately jumped off the ancient pine tree, poking his head out through the window of Baihe Yuyu.
"Master!"
Jiang Yinghe nodded, and before he could talk about it, he saw Xiao Changye clutching his sleeve, lowering his head to smell it, and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Qin hugged you last night!"
Jiang Yinghe: "... huh?"
Let’s not talk about Jun’er sitting by the lampstand reading a book when he opened his eyes today, but let’s talk about Chang Ye’s coquettishness in his arms every day, how did he say these words so indignantly...
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and then saw the little apprentice rushing in through the window full of anger, put his arms around his waist and buried his shoulders, and said confidently: "Master, can you
Don't be so skittish, don't you have enough nights? "
Jiang Yinghe: "Water... Yanghua?"
With a dazed expression on his face, he was clenched around his waist by the other party, and the words "what to do if the child always uses the wrong idioms, most likely because he is used to it, just give him a good beating" kept circling in his mind.
However, Chang Ye didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all. He rubbed his thin and bright collarbone through his clothes, and said pitifully: "I don't have Master to accompany me to sleep, Ye'er is going to suffer from insomnia..."
Jiang Yinghe: "...Little bastard, do you ever talk like that?"
Chang Ye was scolded by him, but he was not sad, but looked at him with bright eyes, and kissed him very happily: "Master, scold me again!"
Jiang Yinghe's temperament is cold on the outside and warm on the inside, and he seldom uses this kind of tone to scold others. Changye listened to it inexplicably excited, and felt his heart beating wildly in his chest. hair strong.
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment: "... I've never heard of such a strange request."
——
Going to Lanruo Temple again this time, originally Jiang Yinghe planned to take Chang Ye alone with him, but because the remaining medicine of the seven-day acacia was not cured, at Qin Jun's suggestion, he also let the second disciple go with him.
In this short period of time, Jun'er resisted the sky thunder, forcibly entered the primordial spirit stage, lost a hand, Huanhan was deeply in love, and retreated alone, and he himself experienced the effects of the secret medicine of Huanzong again. Taste... It's rare to have such twists and turns.
It was also because of the recent ups and downs that Zhou Zhengping did not let Jiang Yinghe take his disciples there by himself, but put Yun Buxiu, who had been worrying all the time, beside him, and let Junior Brother Xiaoyun accompany his senior brother to Lanruo Temple.
Yun Buxiu was dressed in white, and sat on the crane flying chariot quietly staring at his senior brother. His eyes circled around him for a long time. When Jiang Yinghe put down his teacup to look over, he hurriedly looked away, pretending he hadn't done anything, and took a sip of tea .
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you want to say?"
Yun Buxiu leaned over, leaned over and looked at him carefully for a while, then mustered up his courage and said: "Brother, your clothes..."
Jiang Yinghe was wearing a black-bottomed robe with a picture of a white crane. Several pictures of cranes with outstretched wings were embroidered on the soft black fabric, and the sleeves and front were trimmed with two-finger-wide silver piping.
Jiang Yinghe followed his gaze and saw Junior Brother Xiaoyun stretching out his hand and gently turning over the skirt of his clothes. Sometime behind the silver piping, a magic weapon was added for restraint, and the word "Bingzhi" was written on it.
"I knew I was right!
"Yun Buxiu poked at the handwriting angrily, "That apprentice of yours is uneasy and kind, what is this, a mark?" "
Jiang Yinghe's clothes are all magic weapons. If you want to change the handwriting, style, or pattern on them, you have to add a layer of magic weapon restrictions. However, this restriction is not the kind of seal for weapons, and it has no other impact on the robes. .
Looking at the light soot handwriting, his first reaction was the scene where Jun'er was bored at night and writing on his clothes... The picture was a little funny.
Jiang Yinghe couldn't help laughing, then coughed twice, and said, "I can't control him anymore. Qin Jun usually looks steady, why does he always do this kind of thing... people don't know what to say."
Yun Buxiu opened his eyes wide: "You have no bottom line for them, don't you? Respect the teacher and respect the teacher..."
Before he could finish his words, the curtain of the flying chariot was lifted by Qin Jun, and those iron-gray eyes looked over with a smile that was not a smile.
"Uncle Yun," he called that for the first time, with a smile on his face, but it made people feel chills down their spines. "A new tea?"
Yun Buxiu felt an inexplicable pressure, and swallowed: "...No, no need."
After Qin Jun lowered the curtain, Yun Buxiu took a deep breath, not knowing where he felt the fear, like being bitten by a snake once and afraid of a well rope for ten years.
"I have taught them well." Jiang Yinghe said, "Well, the children are grown up..."
Yun Buxiu heard an old father's sigh from his words, and after a long time of twisting in his heart, he decided to risk his life and reminded: "Have you read the new scripts published by the Lanling Bookstore in the cultivation world?"
"Um?"
"The latest one is about a blackened apprentice who traveled from other small worlds. After being blackened, he overthrew his master." Yun Buxiu looked serious, "Then imprisoned, chained, forced, like this, that, that... "
Jiang Yinghe: "...Don't read too much of the script."
Yun Buxiu knew this was his reaction, and drank another cup of tea as wine in distress, and said quietly: "Senior brother Jiang, I really think you are very dangerous."
It's a pity that Jiang Yinghe knows in his heart - his eldest apprentice has restrained himself to that extent for the sake of the one he loves, and the second apprentice is a straight man with his own heart, not to mention the younger apprentice, who hasn't grown up for so many years, obviously already a freshman Only, subconsciously threw herself into his arms.
and…
Jiang Yinghe sighed softly, and said: "Chang Ye is my closed disciple, I will not accept any more female apprentices, you can rest assured."
chatter
: "...??? That's not what I meant!"
He looked at Senior Brother Jiang's cold and handsome face, lay down on the table in frustration and calmed down for a while, and then asked helplessly, "Is your injury better?"
Jiang Yinghe nodded and said: "I'm fine now, but I didn't expect to leave Lanruo Temple and go again to express my condolences and see off a Buddhist monk who I just met not long ago."
"They don't pay much attention to these things in Buddhism." Yun Buxiu took a sip of the lukewarm tea, "It's not so much to see off the old man, it's better to say that this is a glimpse of the future of many monks in the cultivation world... More still need to be discussed How can I get this justice back from the demon Lord Jiuying."
The abbot of Chanqing was caught in the test of the Buddha's heart, although the state was there, he was powerless. This is the real reason why people from all sects went there.
The cranes swayed into the sky, and a censer was lit beside the table, and the smoke slowly spread out.
——
Those who went to Lanruo Temple were not only Penglai, but also the Yingzhou Sect, Yaowang Valley, and Guanghan Palace.
Zen Master Huijing's relic remains in the pagoda, and is guarded by the little monk taught by him.
Jiang Yinghe looked outside the pagoda for a long time, and when he came alone, the little novice monk whom he had met in Yunzhou City performed a Buddha's salute to him without saying anything.
Perhaps one day in the future, he will also encounter an accident on the road and die, which is already a very common ending among monks. Even the evil cultivator who had the body of the demon a thousand years ago had become a half-step golden immortal, but he did not escape the fate of falling in the end.
He just wanted to go home, but the way home was so far away.
In the first three hundred years of becoming a monk, he asked questions with his sword, wanting to ascend to the top of Qingyun, and his concept of his hometown was sometimes strong, but sometimes he left it behind. In the second three hundred years, he gradually learned to be introverted, like a cold and sharp cold sword slowly suppressing the edge, the memory of his hometown went from vague to clear, but forgotten again, until now——
Jiang Yinghe has finally become a piece of jade that is cold on the outside and warm on the inside, and has climbed to the pinnacle of immortality that he expected thousands of years ago, but he still doesn't know how to return to his hometown. This wish that has lasted for so long, only in the past hundred years has he seen a turning point in his disciples.
He is the gentle redemption of the disciples, the one who brings them into the light, and for Jiang Yinghe, they are actually his little hope.
Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand to straighten his sleeves, and when he was about to go to the place where Abbot Chanqing lived, he suddenly heard the cries of a few children.
He turned his head, looked into the small room next to the pagoda, and heard soft crying inside.
"Zen Master... Zen Master, why, why did he just sit down and melt away... Do monsters and monster clans eat people?"
"Monsters eat people... Woohoo, I will definitely kill demons and eliminate demons in the future. A monster is a monster! There is no such thing as a good thing!"
"right… "
Jiang Yinghe only listened to these two sentences, sighed, and when he looked away, he saw a beautiful young man standing not far in front of him, it was Changye.
"Come here specifically to find me?" Jiang Yinghe walked over and said, "Let's go, Master is slow."
Chang Ye held his hand, didn't move, but asked suddenly: "Does Master feel the same way?"
"what?"
"Yaozu." Changye's body protection spirit seal between his brows shone slightly, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips, as if he was just asking casually, "Is there no good thing?"
Jiang Yinghe rubbed his hair and said, "That's not the case."
As soon as this remark came out, the other party's nerves that seemed to be tense like a bowstring suddenly relaxed, blinked at Jiang Yinghe, rubbed Master's palm, and asked, "Master is not happy?"
Jiang Yinghe was startled: "... Is it so obvious?"
"Yes." Chang Ye nodded earnestly, "In fact, monsters are also very obedient, aren't there some spirit beasts that are very popular? Does Master like fluffy?"
fuzzy? … cat
Jiang Yinghe subconsciously thought of the white cat that was raised at home, and he realized later that it was not the time to talk about this, so he tapped his forehead and said, "What are you thinking about in your little head every day? Go talk about business, even if you don’t want to listen, you still have to stay in Lanruo Temple to cultivate your mind, don’t always be so jumpy.”
Chang Ye obediently followed him and nodded, looking at Jiang Yinghe's back in black robes, the smile on his lips gradually cooled down.
Demon Lord Nine Infants...
He rummaged through Shen Feng's memories for a long time before he found the name associated with it from the corners... According to the seniority of practice, Jiuying should call him ancestor.
So what if the world despises it? Changye took out the "Duansheli" that turned into a long flute from his waist, thinking silently: What does that have to do with me? It's just a group of dust ants under their feet.
He only wants what Master likes.
As long as this person likes him, accepts him, and is willing to give him unique tenderness...
Changye closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
For the first half of his long life, he lived in the raging fire and the endless fighting among the monster tribes. Now that he is sober after a lifetime, he only wants to live by the side of his master
.
——
Heavenly Demon Cult.
After nearly a thousand years of splitting of the Tianmo Sect, within a short period of time there was a sign of reorganization. The leaders of the separate branches of the Demon Cult were crushed and killed, as if there was an invisible and strong hand, forcibly pinching the originally scattered Demon Sect together.
In this short period of half a month, several notorious demon cultivators died in the hands of the same person, all with a single blow.
But the new leader didn't show up. Those who saw him were either dead or on the way to death.
Qiu Qiu stepped over the stumped limbs and broken arms on the main hall of the Tianmo Sect, stepped over the blood and flesh scattered all over the ground, and saw a blind girl in red standing outside the bead curtain.
This blind girl in red was blindfolded with red cloths, and she was only fifteen or sixteen years old in appearance. It was said that she was the subordinate of the new leader who forcibly integrated the Demon Sect.
The blind girl turned her head when she heard the voice, and said first, "Qiu Mojun."
Qiu Qiu nodded, and asked, "All the pure-hearted magical instruments that the leader asked for have been delivered."
The blind girl replied: "Okay, thank you Qiu Mojun."
Qiu Qiu didn't leave immediately, but asked later: "I don't know what the reason is, so many magic tools to suppress the demons are needed, could it be..."
Before he could speak halfway, a gust of cold devilish energy swept over behind the bead curtain and screen, and the violent intent almost pierced into the marrow of the bone.
Qiu Qiu suddenly half-knelt down, feeling a mouthful of fishy sweetness filling his throat, and heard a deep voice from inside.
"… roll."
He immediately didn't dare to delay, swallowed back the blood in his throat, suppressed his shock, and quietly exited the hall.
The author has something to say: Chang Ye: Why am I so excited when I hear Master scolding me QAQ
Hehe: ... Perverted.
[Two-in-one 6,000 words to make up for everyone, the next chapter will be updated at zero o'clock! (Whisper, only three thousand this time.)]