Jiang Yinghe poured another cup of tea.
The tea is lukewarm, and it contains Lanruo Temple's "Mo Rushui", which is so weak that it is almost tasteless.
"That's how things are." Chou Yongzhou said on the opposite side, "We in Yaowanggu still know our own strength, so we came to visit the fairy. In the palace of the sword fairy in the early days, it is indeed said that there is a ghost spirit that can be removed. , the elixir that reshapes the meridians."
His words paused: "The younger generation heard that Xianjun has been worrying about his lover for a long time, why not go together? All the treasures that will be obtained at that time will be selected by Jiang Xianjun first."
Jiang Yinghe was silent for a moment, and said, "Absolute Beginning Sword Immortal? That's a half-step golden immortal."
"Yes." Chou Yongzhou said, "In the beginning, the Sword Immortal appeared ten thousand years ago. He was the leader of the Righteous Way during the heyday of the Yaozu. To be able to discover his old man's legacy for the first time is really very lucky."
"Yi Mansion..." Jiang Yinghe pondered for a moment, "This trip is all about your fellow practitioners from Medicine King Valley?"
Chou Yongzhou nodded and said: "If the Immortal Monarch has concerns, you can also take the real people from the Penglai Immortal Sect with you."
This is an extremely dangerous matter, how could Jiang Yinghe let other senior brothers get involved in it? He thought about it for a long time before he said: "Master Qingyan keeps talking, and my second disciple will fight with Yaowanggu Peer."
When the time comes to explore the Yifu Mansion, Junior Brother Xiaoyun and Jun'er don't have to go in. At this time, if even he can't resist half a step of the Jinxian Yifu Mansion's arrangement, then with the two of them's cultivation base, they can't go in. It's just an increase in casualties.
Chou Yongzhou was naturally overjoyed, bowed and saluted and said: "Thank you, Xianjun."
As soon as he stopped talking, he seemed to think of something, and said again: "At first, this junior didn't have much hope, and Yaowanggu will never be able to compare with other sects in this kind of matter, but because of the recent movement of the demon sect...we have no choice but to Do not use various methods to guard against changes."
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, and asked back, "Demon Gate?"
"The Demon Sect is now..." He hesitated for a moment, "The Heavenly Demon Sect has been integrated, and a demon cultivator who appeared out of nowhere, is said to be far more powerful than the reincarnated Demon Lord, and even rivaled the Blood River Demon Lord thousands of years ago. The sect on the west side of the Yaowang Valley detected the news, saying... Qiu Qiu, who was promoted to the Void Realm three hundred years ago, led all the demon cultivators under his command to join the camp of this new demon venerable."
Jiang Yinghe didn't expect such a reason, he frowned slightly: "Is there no news about this new demon?"
Shou Yongzhou shook his head, and said worriedly: "There is only one news. It is said that this Demon Lord has a very serious heart demon, and he has collected a lot of magic tools to purify his heart and calm his mind and soul. Things like demonic possession... will only make people crazy."
Obsession with madness is different from falling into obsession. Although the two are often confused, the latter is just a transfer from the orthodox Taoist sect to demon cultivation, while obsession with madness...is the real generation of demons in the heart, which will affect people's character and mind. Even make some extreme and crazy moves.
"With such a heart demon, how could the Heavenly Demon Sect be integrated so quickly by him?" Jiang Yinghe was slightly surprised, "Aren't they afraid that their demon master is really crazy, and they don't distinguish between the enemy and us?"
Shou Yongzhou sighed: "I don't know, maybe this Demon Lord is really too strong."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, and couldn't help but imagined a big, three-headed, six-armed, big-armed, and bloody image in his mind... In short, it was a very cruel image, and his heart couldn't help shaking. All of them are like fish on a chopping board, and the new Mozun can chop them up and stuff them with a knife.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible—people who were almost obsessed, often terrified themselves, no matter the good or the bad.
Fortunately, Huan Han retreated alone, otherwise his demonic body would definitely be an excellent tonic for this kind of demon cultivator.
Jiang Yinghe congratulated his apprentice quietly, and then said: "Thank you for letting me know, I will pass this matter back to Penglai and make it known to the public, so that all immortal friends can take precautions."
Shou Yongzhou nodded and said: "This is a reasonable thing, but..."
The young man in the light green fairy robe hesitated for a moment, a trace of uneasiness appeared in his gentle and docile appearance, he opened his mouth, hesitated repeatedly, and then whispered: "This junior has an unfeeling request. .”
Jiang Yinghe said, "Speak."
"I..." Shou Yongzhou lowered his gaze, took a deep breath, and took out a light peach-pink spirit jade sword pendant from his sleeve, with thin tassels woven underneath, he stepped forward and handed the sword pendant Standing in front of Jiang Yinghe, he mustered up his courage and said, "Please pass this thing on to Immortal Hunyuan."
... Tong Guiyu? Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, looked at his finger bones that were stretched white when he clenched tightly, and asked softly, "What's the meaning of this?"
Shou Yongzhou said: "It's the junior... cowardly."
Jiang Yinghe reacted for a long time, looking at his ear tips that were slowly turning red, and then realized what the other party was trying to do, he stopped talking for a moment, thinking
See Tong Guiyu, the vagabond, and the beauty sword in his hand.
Hongyanjian likes beauties, and the more beautiful they are, the more this sword likes them. Tong Guiyu himself is indistinguishable from male and female, feminine and beautiful, not to mention that he is a disciple of the Hehuan sect. He has been cultivating love since the first day he embarked on the road, and the pets around him have changed again and again. He is really not a very good person Taoist candidate.
But the Medicine King Valley doctor in front of him was handsome, gentle, and sincere. If such two people really had an intersection, it would inevitably be... sad.
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, accepted the peach-pink spirit jade sword pendant, and said indifferently: "I will pass it on to you, but whether he can understand your intentions is a matter between the two of you."
Chou Yongzhou relaxed physically and mentally, and felt as if he was in a fantasy dream. He nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you Jiang Xianjun. I have already prepared in my heart. If it doesn't work out, it's not like I haven't fought for it. If..."
He did not continue, but bowed deeply to Jiang Yinghe, and the long green hairpin in his temples was lowered with his movements, like a green willow whose lower body was folded by the wind.
——
After a long night of soft grinding and hard soaking for several days, I still haven't achieved the achievement. Instead, Jiang Yinghe gave him Junior Brother Xiaoyun who was originally planning to go together.
In Jiang Yinghe's heart, Changye's realm was still too low. For such a dangerous thing, it would be better for little Changye to go back to practice and retreat. Even though he was spoiled by the little apprentice for a long time, he still silently strengthened his determination, and even let Yun Chuanxiu, who accompanied him, go back to Penglai with the little apprentice instead, and threw them back together.
But he forgot one thing.
The remnants of the seven-day Albizia juniper's medicinal effect have not been cleared away, and they lose their cultivation at night, so they can only rest in the flying chariot, with only Jun'er by their side.
But this time the journey was not close at all. In order not to make the second apprentice too tired, Jiang Yinghe had already seriously wanted to improve his work and rest habits. At least when he was awake, he could still chat with Jun'er.
... However, it was useless, and finally lost to the biological clock.
Jiang Yinghe's hair was all loose, and the soft black hair fell to the edge of the light-colored clothes. He propped his forehead, his collar was loose, revealing his fair neck and thin collarbone.
He was so sleepy that his dark starry eyes slowly closed, and he stopped talking to Qin Jun without a sound.
Qin Jun was sitting next to him.
The inner space of the Crane Spirit Flying Chariot is very large, and the speed of this high-grade flying magic weapon was deliberately slowed down in order to accommodate the speed of the people in Yaowang Valley.
A hand made of white bones slowly pushed Jiang Ying away.
At the same time, Qin Jun's voice was very low and light, as if some precious and hard things were rubbing against each other, he was so depressed that he couldn't hold back deep.
"Master?" he called, "Are you sleepy?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't answer, and after a while, he said "Mmm" dully.
While dispelling the effect of the medicine for him, Qin Jun stretched out his hand and slowly pulled away his belt, and said in a low voice, "Then... rest?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't speak. Qin Jun tightened his fingers, couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple, and then slowly tore off his outer robe.
This robe was not the one he branded, but it was still filled with the cold and delicate fragrance of Master's body that was born from the Dao body. He moved as lightly as possible, but the right hand with the remaining bones couldn't help but rub against the finger bones with excitement and creaked.
Qin Jun's breath invaded.
There was an indescribable cold feeling on his body, which slowly blended with the light fragrance on Jiang Yinghe's body. When Qin Jun took off his robe halfway, he suddenly realized how hot his breath was.
The hot breath fell on the opponent's frosty skin, causing the master's brows to frown slightly.
Qin Jun endured for a moment before suppressing his surging possessive desire. He half hugged Shizun, took off the outer robe completely, and whispered in his ear: "Master, go to bed."
Jiang Yinghe nodded in bewilderment, barely regained consciousness, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his warm eartips, then moved into the bed, and whispered guiltily: "If you are tired, come and lie down. "
He has always regarded himself as an elder and a protector, but he didn't expect to let his apprentice take care of him because of this ghost aphrodisiac. And Jun'er is a straight man, it's fine for the two of them to lie down together for a while, so we can't let the precious apprentice be so tired all the time, right
While thinking, Jiang Yinghe patted the side of the bed, then curled up on the couch peacefully, hugging the quilt into a ball.
His thoughts slowly diverged, thinking that such a good master as himself is hard to find with a lantern, Jun'er must be very moved.
But Qin Jun...
Qin Jun didn't dare to move.
He glanced at Jiang Yinghe's exposed fingers. They were white and slender, as beautiful as if they were carved out of jade, and the mattress was slightly wrinkled. There was an uncontrollable... touching feeling.
Qin Jun took a breath, and looked down at himself again. He was really in a state of embarrassment, full of vitality, full of vigor, and shameless...
He stared at Jiang Yinghe for a moment, then he really climbed onto the bed and held
Master's wrist, and put his fingers together.
After half a candle, Qin Jun's voice was too hoarse, so he asked in a low voice, "Master?"
Jiang Yinghe fell asleep, didn't hear this soft call, and didn't realize how dangerous he was now, and even turned over, revealing his cheek that was originally buried under the quilt.
Like a snowflake shaking from the plum branches.
This snowflake fell on the tip of his heart.
Qin Jun's hand hovered next to his cheek, and finally retracted it, but slid across his hair with nostalgia, and slid across the other's black and soft hair with his fingers, his eyes fixed on him.
Qin Jun raised his arms, wrapped his arms around Jiang Yinghe's shoulders, slowly wrapped him in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master..."
He no longer called these two words, and continued to call each other that way, he might not even be able to say "I can't get in", so he could only use the cold fragrance from Jiang Yinghe's body to deeply cool down the internal organs—
Mistake, this smell is so tempting that Ren Bicai can't control it just now.
At this moment, Qin Jun seemed to have a clearer understanding of what is called "sweet torture". In the end, it seemed that he really couldn't hold back, and wanted to go over and lick the sweet soul in his arms, but in the end he just lowered his head. Between the brows fell a kiss that was too bland.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
For Qin Jun, he was born as an evil spirit, born to be the master of all ghost cultivators in the world, the supreme lord, never restrained, humble as dust. In the past three thousand years, no matter what kind of creature offended him, it would be wiped out in his hands.
Including not recognizing his "way of heaven".
Qin Jun is rebellious from the bottom of his heart. He is ruthless, arrogant, and arrogant. He always wants to get everything he fights for.
He has never been in contact with fragile things, he has never cherished jewels that shatter when he touches them, and he has never experienced what it means to be tormented by heart fire.
He only has this person in his arms.
Qin Jun watched him for a long, long time, and when he really calmed down and suppressed the abnormal movement, he leaned over and kissed him again.
... I don't know how to express that I like you so as not to hurt you.
——
The lights are dim, and the night is long.
When Jiang Yinghe woke up in the morning, he would always be at a loss for a while.
He woke up slowly, opened his eyes and stared blankly at the embrace in front of him, then shifted his gaze to see Qin Jun looking at him with a smile in his eyes.
"...you," Jiang Yinghe paused for a moment, and asked with a little hesitation, "Are you sleepwalking?"
"No."
Qin Jun bowed his head and said, "The disciple is not asleep."
Jiang Yinghe was stuck, he couldn't believe that he rolled into his arms, he paused for a long time before he felt anything, he frowned and said, "Then, let go."
He glanced at it and saw Jun'er's claws slowly moving away from his waist, and couldn't help but scolded: "What do you think of being a teacher, hugging a pillow? Do you really want me to teach you how to respect your teacher? Qin Jun, Qin Bingzhi?"
Jiang Yinghe hurt his precious apprentices so much that he never got angry once in a hundred years. The chances of using this kind of half-complaining tone were too few, and there were not many chances of calling him by his full name.
He didn't notice that when his name was "Qin Bingzhi", the other's gray eyes suddenly darkened for a moment, and the darkness that rose suddenly and faded away almost concealed all his emotions.
Jiang Yinghe didn't care whether Jun'er understood what a "pillow" was. When he got up to wash and change his clothes, he suddenly saw the progress bar in the upper right corner jumping forward again. He didn't know what happened last night, so he didn't move for a long time. The progress seemed to be stimulant, and it broke through the 80th barrier in a rush.
He stared at the progress bar and continued to wonder, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't think of anything. Just when he was about to realize that he took it for granted as a progress bar for cultivation, which seemed too subjective, he suddenly heard Jun'er seeming to be careless. a query.
"Master?" He raised his eyes, "...are you going to change the sword pendant?"
Jiang Yinghe was slightly surprised, but then remembered that he had put the light peach-pink sword pendant that Shou Yongzhou gave to Tong Guiyu on his body. Xu Jun'er saw it last night, and said truthfully: "That's what someone entrusted to me. For Tong Guiyu. What's wrong?"
Qin Jun stood up, took the mahogany comb in his hand naturally, smiled vaguely, and said: "I thought Master didn't like what Brother Li gave, or... there are some female cultivators, please ask me." You confess your feelings."
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on in his mind, and sighed: "If a female cultivator falls in love with me blindly, will your master still be like this?"
Qin Jun paused in combing his hair, leaned over to look at him and said, "Yes, if there is one, it will goug her eyes."
Jiang Yinghe: "..."
... It seems that there is something wrong. We mean the same thing
The author has something to say: He He: No nun likes me at all, so sad!
Female cultivator (shuddering): Still...or... life matters...
One more chapter at eleven!