The quiet room of Lanruo Temple.
"Jiuying broke the contract." A female cultivator in blue said indignantly, "He has clearly signed a contract with the human race! How dare he attack the Zen master?"
A person wearing the costume of the Yingzhou faction echoed: "Since the Yaozu broke the contract first, we don't have to abide by the content of the contract."
A little far away from the two, a Daoist Yuanshen from Yaowang Valley sighed: "It's just that there is a lot of fighting, there are many casualties, and the two clans are fighting, and the sacrifices are really unbearable."
"Then let Jiuying eat the cultivation base of a Buddha in vain!?"
Just as the conversation was getting heated and the content contained a lot of sparks, Abbot Chanqing, who hadn't spoken for a long time, coughed a few times.
Everyone fell silent suddenly, looking at Chan Qing and Immortal Xuanwei sitting beside him silently.
According to his age, it is true that the abbot of Chanqing is older, but he has been in the test for a long time and cannot leave Lanruo Temple easily. Currently the top player in the field is Jiang Xianjun.
"Life and death are not what I want." Chan Qing said, "It's just that I have something to ask Xianjun."
Jiang Yinghe said: "But it's okay to say."
"Please ask Xianjun to go to Yaozu on behalf of the old monk, and renegotiate the contract with Jiuying."
Jiang Yinghe pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "If he insists on breaking the contract, I will take back his demon pill on behalf of the abbot, to deter Xiaoxiao's strange movements."
His words were too cold and decisive. Even the real people from various factions who have been fighting below trembled in their hearts.
Chan Qing closed his eyes for a while, before he could speak, he saw Qin Jun beside Jiang Yinghe and suddenly said, "I will go with Master."
Jiang Yinghe frowned: "You..."
He just uttered a single word, and there was a long flute sound in Lanruo Temple. The sound of the flute sounded unremarkable, even a little jerky at first, but gradually became melodious, and as the sound intensified, beast roars suddenly sounded around.
- It's the roar of the monster clan!
Then, the sound of thousands of troops and horses suddenly resounded, and the demon clans who practiced around the place where Lanruo Temple was located, were delirious by the sound of the flute, and bowed their heads in the direction of Lanruo Temple. And the monster clan with a higher cultivation level only had time to roar, then stopped abruptly and fell to their knees.
Jiang Yinghe suddenly felt a bad premonition. The sound of the flute seemed to be only effective for the monster race. This is...
Before he could find any clues along the sound of the flute in his mind, he heard a whistling piercing through the air, and then a bang, and a huge monster smashed the beams of Lanruo Temple with a "bang".
Everyone takes a few steps back
, I saw a nine-headed beast crushing the house, roaring and screaming in front of Jiang Yinghe, and then, the distant sound of the flute suddenly shook, and the nine-headed beast suddenly turned into a human form, and its knees slammed He crashed into the ground and was forced to lower his head and lie on the ground.
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Jiuying?"
The appearance of Jiuying, who turned into a human form, has not changed, and the beast pattern of the monster clan is surging on his handsome face. He seems to struggle a few times unwillingly, and then he is suddenly stabbed by the sound of the flute, and suddenly calms down. There were several low growls that were difficult for humans to utter from the throat.
When everyone was too shocked to speak, only Qin Jun had a smile on his lips, looking deeply at the big monster kneeling on the ground in front of him.
Jiu Ying seemed to be still dissatisfied, and he said to someone: "That bald donkey is disrespectful to me, even if I eat it..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and a stream of blood spurted out from Jiuying's mouth, as if a huge force was pressing him to kneel in front of Jiang Yinghe, unable to move.
When Jiang Yinghe was still in the fog, the Jiuying Yaojun, who seemed to be being persecuted, hammered the ground angrily, but he could only patiently say: "It's not easy for me to practice, since it's your order, I can't do anything about it. From, it's just that since the Yaozun is present, why has he not come out for so long? What concerns does Your Majesty have!"
The Demon Lord is alive
Everyone at the scene was so shocked by the scene in front of them that they couldn't use their brains enough, and they all took a breath... But why did this person kneel in the wrong place? If he was forced to apologize, shouldn't he kneel in front of Abbot Chanqing
"As long as there is His Majesty, it is only a matter of time before the world of comprehension is swept away! If you have someone you want..." Jiuying raised his eyes, the red and blue patterns on his face were faintly shining, and he looked at Jiang Yinghe with a fierce look With a glance, "As long as you give an order, the juniors will definitely take everyone back to the crown, no matter how you want to play..."
I don't know what organ was touched by this sentence. The melodious flute sound that had stopped suddenly pierced through the ears. A huge, half red and half blue demon pill.
The demon core split apart, and the sound of screams resounded in the ears. Half of the split demon pill flew to Jiang Yinghe's body, while the other half fell naturally and rolled on the ground for a while.
The big monster, who had been responding to every call from the monster clan, almost lost consciousness in pain at this moment.
Jiang Yinghe took half of the demon pills, but still didn't understand what was going on. When he was a little dazed, the abbot Chanqing beside him suddenly opened his eyes.
He said: "Xianjun? Let this demon monarch be dealt with by Lanruo Temple."
Jiang Yinghe reflected for a moment and replied, "It's only natural."
Abbot Chanqing turned his gaze, glanced at Qin Jun beside him, and then reminded: "Since what Jiuying said was talking to a demon venerable in this world, this demon venerable may have something to do with you, Immortal Jiang..."
He thought about his words: "There are plans. Please pay more attention to Xianjun."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, completely ignoring Chan Qing's meaning, and said seriously: "My generation asked, when facing difficulties, you will not be timid because others are watching you, but you will not despise your opponent because of your own ability."
Looking at his expression unchanged, Chan Qing recalled the memory of helping Penglai to eliminate his emotional root for him. He said nothing for a while, and finally sighed: "Jiang Xianjun is really a first-class cultivation seed."
——
The final solution to this matter is Lanruo Temple's own business, and Jiang Yinghe didn't delve into it.
It's just this half of the demon pill... Jiang Yinghe held the crescent-shaped demon pill overlapping red and blue, looked at it for a long time in bewilderment, and then contacted the words Jiuying said when he was pinned to the ground. —This Laoshizi Yaozun, you don't want to pick him up, do you
How is that possible, he is as straight as a telegraph pole! Although Chun.meng is with men...Although he has always been confessed to by male cultivators since he started cultivating Taoism...Although no female Taoist friends have yet taken a fancy to him...
Jiang Yinghe's confidence became weaker and weaker, and finally took this little crescent demon pill completely and fell into reflection: Why do you just attract homosexuals like this? Is there really something wrong with my sexuality
Just when he was undecided, other people's breath suddenly appeared on the side, and a clear and lively voice sounded from his ears.
"Master!" Chang Ye didn't like to listen to people talk about serious things, so he didn't accompany Jiang Yinghe to discuss with the righteous people before. He didn't come to Jiang Yinghe's side until now, "Have you finished talking?"
His eyes were shining brightly, and his movements slowly shifted. Under the eyelashes were a pair of black eyes: "Are you going to negotiate with the monster race? Master, what is this..."
Changye leaned over, reached out to touch the little crescent in Jiang Yinghe's hand, then paused in the air, and grabbed his hand reservedly.
Jiang Yinghe's hands are beautiful, but his frame is well-proportioned and slender, and his hands are not very big. Chang Ye's fingertips slid up from the back of his hand, and gently snapped back, the voice in his ears became more and more clear and innocent.
"This is very beautiful, suitable for making a hairpin for Master." Chang Ye tilted his head, bent his eyes and smiled, "Master
So good-looking, it must be very suitable. "
Jiang Yinghe looked at the little red and blue crescent in his hand, looking at this bright and weird color scheme, it was like an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone, his mind was full of huge vulgar words. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Do hairpins?"
"Yes." Chang Ye took it for granted, "This demon pattern is also very beautiful."
Jiang Yinghe: "...fancy show."
His own aesthetics is obviously not like this, but for the sake of the little apprentice, he didn't say it directly, and asked instead: "Chang Ye, you have seen Zen Master Huijing before, did you feel touched when you came here today?"
Chang Ye was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes and said, "What does Master want the disciple to touch?"
Jiang Yinghe thought for a while, and said, "Is there any feeling about... the parting of life and death?"
Chang Ye didn't answer directly, but looked at the other party with clear eyes for a moment, and then said: "I can't feel it."
"... Can't feel it?"
Changye nodded, lowered his head and rubbed against Master's arms, and said softly: "Only things related to Master, I feel pain, jealousy, and intolerance in my heart. As for the pain of parting from life and death, it is on others. , it’s just another cycle of reincarnation, on the body of the master, it will make the disciple...pain."
Jiang Yinghe was completely stunned, sensing that something was wrong with the other party's thinking, took a light breath, and asked, "Why?"
Chang Ye stared into his eyes, then smiled suddenly, wrapped his arms around his waist and said with attachment: "Because you are my master."
Before Jiang Yinghe could continue to ask, the door suddenly rang, and a strange voice sounded.
"I was worrying about Yongzhou, the medicine king, and I heard that Xuanwei Xianjun was looking for a cure for his beloved disciple's hand injury, so I came here to visit."
Jiang Yinghe was interrupted, so he didn't continue to correct the little apprentice's thoughts, but said: "Ye'er, you go out first."
Chang Ye nodded obediently, and got up from his arms with some reluctance to give Shizun room to talk.
Just when he closed the door and turned around, he saw Qin Jun standing outside the door.
Qin Jun lowered his head and stared at the half-skeletal arm, raised his eyelids, and watched the glamorous and kind-hearted face of the younger brother darken in an instant, and the almost morbid sense of fatality in his eyes revealed the tip of the iceberg.
"Stop pretending?" Qin Jun asked casually, "It's disgustingly fake."
Chang Ye leaned against the door and smiled at him: "But Master just likes me."
The hand full of bones stretched out, and suddenly clenched again upon hearing the words. Qin Jun raised his eyes, the iron-gray pupils were filled with
A clear killing intent. He suppressed the murderous intent, moved his eyes, and his eyes stopped on the flute on Chang Ye's waist.
"You've ruined his trust like this." Qin Jun said, "Aren't you afraid that you won't get anything in the end?"
Chang Ye seemed to have been touched by a certain sensitive nerve, those eyes, which were crystal clear in front of Jiang Yinghe, were so gloomy that people dare not approach them at this moment, and there was a pathological paranoia exuding from his whole body.
"How dare you say this about me?" He glanced at Qin Jun's skeleton hand, and sarcastically said, "Each to each other."
The author has something to say: I would rather be a person who feels pain for him when he falls into the world of mortals. — Lyrics "People are not grass and trees"
[It's going to be a clip, so the next chapter will be updated at 11 o'clock tomorrow night! These two days are a bit unstable because of the clip update, I will add more to compensate everyone after the clip~]
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"Long Aotian Is Not Happy Today [Wearing Books]" by Caiwei Yangui
These days, either time travel to become cannon fodder, or time travel to become a villain. Hangshi was the luckiest, and the time travel mode was the earliest - transmigrated into Long Aotian himself.
Extremely inflammatory bloodline, pure yang holy body.
Unprecedented aptitude, the envy of men and gods.
And with adventures again and again, the peach blossoms are like clouds.
But Hang Hour... is purely gay.
He looked at the younger brother who was rather unyielding and the beauty who was flirting secretly, and shed tears of pain and thirst.
Later, Hang Xiao discovered that he was not the only one who passed through the book.
Hang Hour: The surprise came so suddenly!
Book wearer A, trying to take away the protagonist's magic opportunity.
Hang Hour: Take it away, take it away quickly, who wants to practice the Jiyang Boy Kung Fu!
Bookwalker B, the Destiny's Child who tried to abduct the protagonist.
Hang Hour: Take one, get one free, no bargaining, with innocent sisters, double beauty and double happiness, introduce you to a blind date
Villain C, trying to use the method of harvesting and supplementing the protagonist, stealing its foundation.
Hang Xiao burst into tears with gratitude: Brother, I finally waited for you! A little more brave, I will go with you, as long as you stretch out your hand, you can have me!
…
Ning Hong was bound to the villain system, and was forced to attack the protagonist against his conscience.
But why, the protagonist looked at him with extremely delicate eyes, not only did not have the slightest resentment in his eyes, but instead flowed in waves, full of anticipation
… Damn, so sweet!
There is no love in life, the villain Gong x is skinny and rough, and he suffers when he sees a man who can't move his legs