Jiang Yinghe did not expect that the gray-haired young man who was rescued from the mass of flesh and blood condensed with resentment, said "hungry" in his mouth, not because of greed for appetite.
The screen separates the inside and the outside. Qin Jun was lying on the inner screen.
Jiang Yinghe and Yan Caiwei were sitting together, and after many fellow Taoists had dealt with the raging ghosts here, they all bowed to Jiang Yinghe, thanked Jiang Xianjun and Penglai Xianmen for their watchful help, and then took their leave and left.
During this process, there was a Daoist Yuanshen from Yaowang Valley who detected Qin Jun's situation.
"This person's spiritual roots are extraordinary, so he must be a first-grade seed of cultivating immortals... It's just that the flesh is soaked in ghost energy and has been eroded by thousands of ghosts. In the future, on the road of cultivation, it will often need to be guided and repaired, otherwise..." The real person stroked his long beard and sighed, "I'm afraid I will go crazy and fall into a ghost cultivator full of resentment."
These were also Jiang Yinghe's judgments. He nodded slightly and asked, "Is there a way?"
"If you want to calm the ghost energy, you must feed the blood of the Dao body from the ancestors above the cave to purify the body. After the child breaks through the Nascent Soul, the foundation will be stable and will not be affected."
Jiang Yinghe immediately thought that when he rescued him that day, the other party's bite on his collarbone must have been because he did not want to degenerate and wanted to return to the right path.
He nodded, and after bidding farewell to the Master Yaowanggu, he exchanged a glance with Yan Caiwei beside him, and said, "What do you think, Senior Sister?"
Ten days to settle the grievances, Yan Caiwei did a lot of things to appease the wounded, purify and exorcise evil spirits, and the people of Anzhou made several confessions. In the past two days, she was worrying about the human vows used by these Shinto monks.
She sighed, and said: "Wouldn't Li Huanhan be willing to guide him to the door because you have to feed him from time to time?"
Jiang Yinghe said: "Then accept him as my second apprentice."
Yan Caiwei looked at him in surprise: "It's less than a hundred years old, and if you take another son, everyone in the cultivation world must covet your seat again."
Jiang Yinghe looked across the screen and said calmly: "This is fate. Ordinary people can't come under my door."
Yan Caiwei thought of the thousand years before, many young talents who were full of ambitions and wanted to worship under Junior Brother Jiang, and also thought of their current state, and Li Huanhan's state of the demon body, and suddenly felt the vision and fate of Jiang Yinghe. sigh.
"...Could it be that a genius born in the world will also attract other geniuses born in the world?" She shook her head, "As long as you accept apprentices, the senior brother in charge will be happier
Had a sleepless night. It's just that these two children, one with the body of a demon and the other with a body of ghosts and gods, didn't know that they thought you were saving lives and healing the wounded. "
Jiang Yinghe rubbed the teacup for a while and said, "Precise poverty alleviation."
As soon as the words fell, the "precise poverty alleviation target" inside woke up from the self-repair of the body, and there was some movement.
Jiang Yinghe stood up, walked around inside the screen, and saw the gray-haired young man's eyes turn around at a glance, they were that kind of cold iron gray. His facial features are sharp and sharp, and there is a silent and deadly feeling in his eyes, with a sense of defense.
He sat beside the bed and said calmly: "Follow me into Penglai."
It was so straightforward, there was no room for turning. Before the other party replied, Jiang Yinghe added: "If you don't want to practice immortality and ask, at most three to five years, your body will crumble and disintegrate, turning into dust. Although the journey to immortality is bitter, it can grow you. Shouyuan."
In Jiang Yinghe's impression, this is the biggest temptation for ordinary people. The power to reach the sky and move mountains and seas is still too far away for them. Only living a long time is the most real and immediate benefit.
But the other party's reaction was not great. Those iron-gray eyes were still staring at him, almost as if they belonged to a ferocious beast or an evil spirit, as if they had caught their target, with a hint of novelty or interest.
He didn't reply, so Jiang Yinghe took him as his acquiescence, lowered his head and slid his left thumb on the index finger of the other hand, and the skin of the ice and snow body immediately split open, revealing a bright red liquid.
He reached out his hand and put it to Qin Jun's lips, his voice softened a bit: "I saved you, I will never hurt you."
Those iron-gray eyes moved a little, looking at the glaring red spots on the frost-white skin, he licked his lips, the temporarily weak soul and true spirit were attracted by the rich fragrance in front of him.
Blood touches lips. Qin Jun held Jiang Yinghe's fingertips in his mouth. Before he fell asleep, he had dealt with those monks who claimed to be upright, but this was the first time he was lured like this.
In his impression, in the world of comprehension thousands of years ago, the contention and evil thoughts in the righteous way were no less than those in the Yinmen ghost sect. There is no one like this person. Those who talk about the goodness are like water, how can this person take it seriously
Qin Jun pressed his tongue against the wound, almost peeking out the deliciousness of the other party's soul from the crack. He suddenly spit out Jiang Yinghe's finger, got up and approached him.
Jiang Yinghe didn't hide. Given his weakness, there was no need to be too vigilant. He was just an ordinary person who was tortured by resentment...
His thoughts froze suddenly, and he felt the other party hugging him.
He was too insecure. Since he rescued him, he never mentioned his parents. He probably died during the raging period of ghost energy. Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart, thinking that if this is a modern society with a harmonious and happy system and a sound system, it would be so miserable that it would be dire...
Wait a minute, what is the water drop chip... Jiang Yinghe has been here for more than a thousand years, and his memory is always vague. He was thinking "this child is too miserable", when Qin Jun lay down on his neck and bit him again.
Jiang Yinghe: "...is it a dog?"
The person in the arms didn't make a sound, opened an opening with his fangs on the right side of his Adam's apple, and slowly licked and licked the blood that flowed out.
Although the blood in Dao's body had little effect on Jiang Yinghe, it still caused some pain. He frowned, feeling that he should not be bitten in vain, stretched out his hand to pat Qin Jun, and said in a low voice, "Master."
The movement between the necks stopped for a moment, and Jiang Yinghe vaguely heard him laughing heavily, like an illusion, the other party's expression seemed to have never changed.
Qin Jun moved his eyes slowly, glanced at him, not knowing what was going on in his head, and said after a long while: "... Master's life-saving grace, disciple Qin Jun, will never be forgotten."
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When Jiang Yinghe set off to return to Penglai, the ghost town of Anzhou had been purified by many orthodox monks. Many resentful souls washed away the turbid qi, and the earth's qi gradually stabilized.
Knowing that he has accepted another disciple, Zhou Zhengping, the real person in charge, was very relieved, and even came to visit him in person, and then he was stared at by Qin Jun's gray eyes, thinking how this kid is exactly like his senior brother, see Junior brother Jiang looked at other people like he was looking at a piece of meat and bone, his eyes were full of strange disgust.
It's like looking at a group of harmful garbage that has accumulated for thousands of years in the cultivation world.
However, for the inheritance of Penglai, Zhou Zhengping still praised Qin Jun with all his heart. After he finished boasting, he learned from Yan Caiwei that this new disciple was invaded by thousands of ghosts, and was more fragile than the previous demon body, and he might go crazy after teaching him...
Zhou Zhengping glanced at Jiang Yinghe, who had a normal expression, and said with difficulty: "...this son must have something extraordinary."
Jiang Yinghe agreed deeply, and nodded in satisfaction.
The gray-haired and gray-eyed Qin Jun stood beside him, barely a trace of strength or talent could be seen in his body that had been barely repaired with spiritual power.
Zhou Zhengping: "..."
The real master was still muttering about it with a sad face when he left, and the whole Penglai was not optimistic about it...
Afterwards, the disciple named Qin Jun quickly built the foundation and slapped everyone in the face again.
It was another short two years of foundation building, and the whole Penglai complained a lot. Just when he thought that Senior Brother Li would lead his fellow disciples to practice in the secret realm and rebuild his self-confidence in a few years, he was immediately thrown back by Senior Brother Qin. Why are their disciples of Qingjingya so unreasonable? !
But one sentence is right, the disciples of Qingjingya are indeed not very human.
Jiang Yinghe felt that this progress was natural based on the system's standards. He is staring at the second progress bar opened by the system. The bright red cultivation progress bar behind the word "Jun" is slowly unlocked. Whenever he uses the blood of the Taoist body to purify the ghost energy in the opponent's body, the progress bar will Jump suddenly.
It seems that the cultivation method of caring about physical and mental health is still very correct. Jiang Yinghe thought with satisfaction, when he was checking Qin Jun's exercises, his second disciple suddenly grabbed his wrist.
He usually doesn't talk much, and acts very calmly. He will not rashly do anything he is not sure of. Generally, when such behavior occurs, he has something to say.
Jiang Yinghe raised his head to look at him, and guessed, "The foundation is not stable?"
Qin Jun nodded: "Some."
Jiang Yinghe changed the path of spiritual power, directly penetrated into his kung fu body, wrapped around the foundation building altar, and with a sweep of his consciousness, he saw that Qin Jun's altar was gray and black, with a trace of ghostly aura lingering around it.
Still get rid of the impurity, the spirit of all ghosts seems to be planted in the true spirit, no matter how it is purified in the past two years, it will come back.
Jiang Yinghe frowned slightly, while patiently continuing to expel the ghost energy, while thinking about how to improve his physique... Just as Jiang Yinghe was contemplating, he suddenly felt something warm on his shoulders .
It was Qin Jun who leaned over. He stared at Jiang Yinghe's frosty neck and Adam's apple for a while, and then said: "Master must worry about everything. I..."
"Shhh." Jiang Yinghe focused on channeling spiritual power, pulling out the ghost energy entangled in the Foundation Establishment Lingtai, and then said, "Don't feel guilty, as long as you do things open and aboveboard in the future, follow what the head brother said, and be a person who asks for good …”
Ask Xiangshan... Qin Jun seemed to have heard a wonderful joke. His attention was focused on Jiang Yinghe, and he finally thought of the difference between Jiang Yinghe and other righteous people.
He is just superficially indifferent, but in fact he is mature and gentle, and has a great tolerance for other people. Moreover, he seems to have been trained and educated by certain rules, and he is willing to use more kind
the thoughts of others.
This feeling was especially obvious when he faced himself.
Such special treatment somewhat pleased the sensitive nerves of this evil spirit.
He was already used to the breath of Jiang Yinghe's body, and he felt very comfortable getting closer, allowing Jiang Yinghe to strip out the ghostly aura that was actually harmless from his body.
Just at this moment, the Xuanmen of the Immortal Mansion of Qingjingya suddenly opened, and the light from the outside suddenly poured in, and there was also a tall and straight black figure like a pine.
Li Huanhan stood in the center of the Xuanmen with his bloody and sweet aura. The robe on his body was torn in several places, and the blood on his body snaked down, overflowing the gap between his clenched knuckles.
"Master," the blood-colored eyes were filled with anger for a moment, but it quickly dissipated, "... who is he?"
The blood dripped on the ground, soaked along the fingers, and dyed the cold jade sword pendant tightly held by Li Huanhan, and it was covered with bright red.
This is the mirror stone in the inner layer of the Great Void Mystery, and it is an unpolished innate spiritual treasure. When Li Huanhan took the cold jade mirror stone from the cold light ice, the entire Taixu secret realm disappeared.
On the return journey afterwards, he weaved knots clumsily and rough countless times, and made the sword pendant after thousands of trials and tribulations. Every time he put it in his palm and stared at it, he felt his heart throbbing.
Blood dripped on the ground, forming a thin layer of ice. The black-haired young man with bright red eyes walked forward, from his throat to his chest, he was scratched by the chill in his palm, as if piercing through his heart.
His desire for monopoly flourished.
Winter goes and spring comes, and it turns warm and cold again.