Jiang Yinghe soon realized that he was wrong.
This bastard really wants to share with him! Even the wedding room and the process of concluding the deed are ready!
This is not just a joke... No, apart from this sentence, everything else should be said to be just a joke.
Jiang Yinghe sat on the edge of the soft bed, looked out at the dark and gloomy sky, and then lowered his head to glance at the faint blue light beside him.
The main hall is empty, and the four corners are painted with murals of Yasha Shura and Hundred Ghosts of the Night. The lights are very like phosphorous fire, which is cold to the touch. Except for a few little ghosts serving here from time to time, it is as quiet as a forbidden place.
Jiang Yinghe sighed slowly, feeling that he was no different from being in a small black room, but there were no chains, props, whips... and other messy things, and the cleanliness was too clean. As a master, how could he be like this Come on!
He sat on the bed, opened the veil on the side, and saw a few books on the small cabinet by the light by the bed. He took out one at random, and saw the title of the book:
"List of Types of Ghost Cultivation in the Underworld"
… what
It feels a bit like an encyclopedia... Jiang Yinghe flipped the pages of the book and saw that it was full of ghost cultivation knowledge and was full of sincerity.
From earth-bound spirits, hungry ghosts... to yakshas and rakshasas, they even pointed out the cultivation methods of ghost cultivation with pictures and words. Jiang Yinghe saw halfway through, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a line of reminder written under each ghost cultivator: absorbing high-quality spirits can improve one's cultivation.
Jiang Yinghe's hand that turned the page paused, a sudden sense of crisis surged in his heart, he turned back a few pages, and found the precautions for absorbing the soul.
1. Try to choose a soul with high quality and good character.
2. The kinder the soul is, the more delicious the taste will be.
3. When the soul emotion reaches its peak, the effect will be better, such as extreme pleasure...
Jiang Yinghe's heart became cold, and he closed the pages of the book in a self-contained manner. He kept making up a big scene in his mind, and after a while of deduction, he came up with the "truth".
... Qin Jun could not have taken a fancy to his soul, and wanted to eat himself when he was doing something to him...
He thought that only his self-esteem as a man might be injured, but he didn't expect that his life was really at stake. So the other party is lurking beside him just to make him happy, and then eat him
Jiang Yinghe stared blankly at the above content, feeling that his life was a complete failure, and he devoted himself to educating his apprentices and serving the students.
It turns out that everyone has a purpose in cultivating the future in the righteous way, and the touching master-student relationship is all his wishful thinking.
The last little flame in his heart was about to be extinguished, and suddenly he felt very wronged, and the feeling of being almost crying out of anger slowly surged up again, eating away at his chest, making him extremely stuffy.
At this moment, a familiar deep voice sounded from the ear, and Qin Jun's breath surrounded him, hugging him from behind.
"Master... what are you looking at?"
Ever since this bastard returned to a half-step Golden Immortal, Jiang Yinghe could no longer feel his footsteps. He was embraced by the other party from the bed, and those arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly.
He put the book back where it was, took a deep breath, and said expressionlessly, "It's nothing."
Qin Jun seemed to be a little concerned about his attitude, but he had no choice but to soften his attitude and coaxed in a low voice: "Master, I don't have a female cultivator I like. The person I like has always been you."
Jiang Yinghe was so angry that he didn't bother to pay attention to him. He already felt that this was a way for the evil cultivators to deceive him, so he broke away from his arms, his eyes were cold: "There are two kinds of rhetoric and nonsense. How true or false is the suzerain's mouth?"
He knew that Qin Jun didn't like this title, but at this moment, his emotions got the upper hand and he couldn't let it go. He couldn't help but continued to ask in a strong tone: "If you really miss you and me as a teacher and apprentice, then let me go back. , leave it alone..."
Evil spirits don't have real flesh and blood, they are just entities condensed by spirits and souls. But these words were still like an extremely cold and sharp blade, piercing towards Qin Jun's softest place.
Why not? How to get over it? He only felt favoritism and tenderness around Master, but at this moment, Master wants to take all these things back.
Qin Jun's suppressed emotions were almost full, and his already sensitive nerves were touched again and again by such words, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense.
"No," his voice was extremely hoarse, "don't go."
Where could Jiang Yinghe go? He breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly calmed down. Suddenly, the other party grabbed his hand and pushed him onto the bed.
Jiang Yinghe:!
Wait, wait, am I going to be forced to bend my questionable sexuality? No... Even if this is the case, you have to give it some time to accept it, so you want to eat it now? ? ? Can you bear it? ?
The other party suppressed his hand, brought Jiang Yinghe's wrists together and pressed them on top of his head, and there was an extremely terrifying aura all over his body.
Jiang Yinghe struggled a bit, but didn't break away at all, and then felt
A soft silk ribbon bound his hands together. And the bastard apprentice on the opposite side pressed his shoulder, and his voice was mixed with the sound of breathing, and it sounded slowly.
"Master..."
He only called out this sentence.
Jiang Yinghe wanted to listen to the other person's next words, but he pressed his head down on the couch and kissed the other person, and put his lips on the other person's lips.
Jiang Yinghe slowly opened his eyes wide, and his brain was suddenly stunned after being single for many years. The other party invaded his mouth, hooked the tip of his tongue, and rubbed his lips.
He didn't know how to kiss at all, and he even forgot to take a breath. After being pressed and kissed by Qin Jun for a while, the corners of his eyes were red, and even his ears burned quickly, so hot that no one dared to touch them.
But at the same time, the sense of grievance in Jiang Yinghe's heart also reached its peak - how can there be such a teacher? ! While calling me Shizun, at the same time thinking about meowing me every day, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, what is it!
He ruthlessly pulled the ribbon that bound his hands, and after struggling a few times, he felt that the ribbon seemed to be half loose, so he withdrew his hand abruptly, pushed him away with his backhand, and slapped him faster than his brain.
The clear sound of applause echoed in the empty hall, and the ghost cultivator guards outside the door looked at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, silently, as if they had never heard anything.
Jiang Yinghe's black hair was disheveled, his clothes were messed up by the other party, his lips were slightly red, and there was water in his black eyes.
He wiped his lips, gritted his teeth and cursed, "You bastard."
Why are you so presumptuous once you're not a human being? He learned to respect his teacher, did he learn it from dogs
Jiang Yinghe didn't think too much about the consequences of angering the other party - the worst thing is death, what else? A scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated, not to mention this kind of blasphemy against his teaching quality!
He was furious, and then slowed down for a while before thinking about seeing Qin Jun's reaction. Just as he raised his eyes, he was hugged again by the other party.
It was almost the same as when he rushed to protect him that day, blocking the sword energy in the mirror. Just one day later, the moods are different from each other.
Jiang Yinghe didn't have the strength to continue to be angry with him at this time, he let the other party hug him, and heard a hoarse voice next to his ear.
"Master... Dispel the effect of the medicine."
As soon as he said that, Jiang Yinghe remembered that there was only one day left of the residual medicinal effect of the seven-day acacia, and he needed to suppress his lust and let other Dharma protectors dispel the medicinal effect for him.
Jiang Yinghe didn't say anything for a long while, feeling that Qin Jun was buried on his shoulder and took a deep breath, then he separated slightly, took his hand, and put the beaded magic weapon on him.
If this time was normal, Jiang Yinghe would have been sleepy long ago, but the two
The excitement was too great, he really didn't feel sleepy, and in addition to the fact that it was dark everywhere in the Netherworld regardless of day and night, he lost his biological clock even more.
He watched Qin Jun put the beads on his hands.
In the face of such a big gap in strength, being unable to operate the Dao body is just a drop from combat power of 5 to 0. Facing a half-step golden fairy, there is no difference in essence.
Qin Jun didn't move his hand, but slowly clasped his fingers, held the master's slender and soft fingertips in his palm, and asked in a low voice: "Then what are Li Huanhan and Changye in your heart?" ?”
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him and said, "Of course they are master and apprentice."
Qin Jun looked back deeply, not knowing if there was a tinge of sympathy in his heart. "Don't trust them," he said.
Jiang Yinghe was slightly surprised: "What do you mean?"
"it means… "
Just as Qin Jun opened his mouth, his words were suddenly interrupted by a violent shattering and collapsing sound. He suddenly raised his eyes, and heard a cracking sound like a ground sinking, the river in the Netherworld was flowing backwards, and thousands of ghosts rose up.
From the edge of the sky, a cold voice pierced through thousands of miles and passed over.
"Qin Jun—"
It was Li Huanhan's voice.
"Dog, get out of here!"
Accompanied by this sound, in Qin Jun's sense of consciousness, a shadow full of monstrous devilish aura stood in midair, hunting in black clothes, with bloodthirsty violence in his eyes.
Under his sword, the River of Styx in the Netherworld flowed against the river, and dormant ghost cultivators surged up in all directions, screaming in shock and fear.
Li Huanhan...
Qin Jun didn't move his brows, and slowly adjusted the corners of Jiang Yinghe's clothes, then covered Jiang Yinghe's eyes with the silk ribbon that tied his hands just now.
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and realized that he couldn't pull it off by himself. He vaguely heard a voice, and quickly asked, "Is Huanhan outside? Wait a minute, you..."
His lips were pressed against his fingers, and Qin Jun's breath was gloomy and oppressive.
"Don't mention his name, Master."
Jiang Yinghe suddenly sensed a sense of danger from his words, subconsciously stopped talking, and then felt Qin Jun stand up, holding the Zhan Yun sword in his hand.
—How could it be possible to beat this, even if everything goes well in retreat, this one in front of you is still a half-step golden immortal!
Jiang Yinghe was in a hurry and said, "Sect Master... Jun'er!"
Qin Jun's steps suddenly stopped.
Jiang Yinghe said: "You...don't hurt him."
His voice was light and sweet, revealing the urgency of the moment.
don't hurt him...
Qin Jun closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. His heart was right by Jiang Yinghe's hand, allowing him to puncture and stir with every move, so that this bloodless evil spirit could feel pain again.
It turns out that those palpitations must be accompanied by a variety of tortures to make them appear vivid.
Jiang Yinghe didn't hear the other party's answer. After a brief silence, he waited for the other party's emotional words.
"You told me not to hurt him, but you were willing to hurt me like this."
The footsteps went away.
Jiang Yinghe couldn't tear off the strip of cloth in front of him. He didn't know what kind of magic weapon it was. He had a premonition that Huan Han and Jun'er must be fighting, but he couldn't hear the surroundings at all, and there was silence.
Both vision and hearing were blocked, Jiang Yinghe calmed down, and slowly pondered over what Qin Jun said when he left... What does this mean? He fought Jinxian and Yuanshenqi one and a half steps, could he still hurt himself
It's still cold for him... to leave the level so quickly, I'm afraid the realm will be unstable, if you try harder...
The more Jiang Yinghe thought about it, the more this was not the case. It was hard for him to cross the river even if he was a muddled bodhisattva, so the old father's mentality broke out again. He took a few steps back and forth by the couch, calling the system in his heart.
However, this system is silent, as if it is just a simple machine for raising apprentices, and it doesn't even care about major events such as apprentices suddenly becoming evil cultivators.
Just when he was full of helplessness, the blindfolded magic weapon was suddenly lifted, and a little ghost stood in front of him.
It doesn't look like someone who served tea and poured water over the past few days, and the ghost aura on his body is not strong at all... Jiang Yinghe looked halfway through, and saw the person in front of him raise his hand to remove the disguise magic weapon on his face, revealing the ruined Li Rong's beautiful face came.
It's a long night!
Jiang Yinghe watched him put on the mask again and winked at himself.
"Master!" Xiao Changye's voice was very brisk, "Hurry up, let's go!"
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment: "You... didn't you go back with Junior Brother Xiaoyun?"
Chang Ye patted the corner of his clothes, threw away all the things on his body that were used to disguise Guixiu, and restored his original appearance. He took Jiang Yinghe's hand and said, "I don't know why, but I was suddenly very worried about Master. I always felt that something was wrong, and then I followed you secretly, and I found out that something was wrong! I didn't expect Brother Qin to be a ghost cultivator. Master is so worried about him..."
Halfway through his words, he urged: "Let's go quickly while he's not here—"
Jiang Yinghe didn't doubt that he was there, and said worriedly: "But you
Big brother..."
"Oh, it's okay." Chang Ye pulled him up, "Master is thinking too much, this suzerain still wants to form a Taoist partner with you, how dare you kill your apprentice?"
As he spoke, he added in his heart: How could he stop at killing? He really wanted to tear his body into pieces.
Jiang Yinghe was dubiously dragged away by him, and seeing Chang Ye walked to the back of the bed, he stretched out his hand and made a pinch, and the barrier covering the palace trembled suddenly, revealing a gap.
... How could Ye'er undo this enchantment? I didn't teach it
Jiang Yinghe watched him take his hand with a blank face, and Chang Ye seemed to explain with a tacit understanding: "I lurked here and learned it secretly from the ghost cultivator in the Netherworld."
He babbled nonsense, spoke with a straight face, and said with sparkling eyes: "I've done the research, and if you walk in this direction, you can go all the way to the base camp of the demon clan, and then go through the ancient plain of thousands of demons, and you can return to Dongzhou!"
Jiang Yinghe listened patiently. For some reason, he had a subtle feeling. He frowned slightly: "... this route?"
"Yes." Chang Ye nodded, "Now the Netherworld is particularly chaotic, and you can escape. Although this route is remote, it is the best route to avoid searches."
Chang Ye glanced at the other party's slightly messy hair and red and swollen lips, the brighter the smile on the lips, the more obvious the desire for dominance surging in his heart.
He glanced at the book on the bedside that seemed to have been turned, feeling a little regretful.
——It's a pity that the time is short, otherwise more content can be added.
It's a pity that he only had time to modify the most basic and true knowledge of evil cultivation.
The author has something to say: He He: You can question my swordsmanship, but you cannot question my teaching quality! How could I fail to cultivate a pillar of righteousness! ! !
Reader: ... Well, you took the wrong bottle for cultivating apprentices.