Sandalwood is scattered in the meditation room.
This kind of breath was gloomy and heavy, and slowly drifted over, intertwined with the cold fragrance of Jiang Yinghe's body, and lingered for a long time.
"Jiang Xianjun has no confidence in himself."
Chanqing handed him a cup of tea, the tea leaves settled, the froth scattered, and the emerald green tea soup was full of light.
Jiang Yinghe reached out to take the teacup, and slowly pressed his palm against the wall of the cup. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard thunder outside the window.
The thunder was deafening, and even the lightning between the clouds pierced through the sky and penetrated into the eyes in an instant.
Jiang Yinghe's heart tightened, and he felt more and more that the weather was unusual. He turned his eyes and looked at it for a moment, before asking: "Is there any immortal friend who has crossed the tribulation recently?"
Chan Qing followed his gaze and said, "Not at all."
Jiang Yinghe felt more and more strange, how could an ordinary thunderstorm give him a feeling of overwhelming, he hesitated for a moment, got up and walked to the window, said: "Abbot..."
Chan Qing said: "With your current state of mind, how will you deal with the future."
Jiang Yinghe thought that half of his thoughts were interrupted by this sentence. He knew that what Chanqing meant was complicated, one was the tangible catastrophe, and the other was the invisible catastrophe of love, but no matter what it was, his current hesitation made the road ahead seem quite difficult.
He was silent for a moment, just as he was trying to temporarily calm his mind and calm his mind. A ray of shattered light burst out from the sky and jade in the distance, and the deep purple that reached the sky flew across.
Jiang Yinghe's mind froze, and he suddenly thought of the source of all his uneasiness, and hurriedly said: "Senior, excuse me for now, I..."
The words suddenly stopped.
He suddenly realized why Chan Qing came here at this moment, and what did Chang Ye do after asking that sentence—he thought that the three of them were at odds, and there was always time to discuss and quarrel, so there was no need to be so anxious...
"Wuliang Tianque Golden Immortal Fighting Technique." Chan Qing looked at him and said, "Please sit down, Immortal Monarch."
He knew that it was useless to go there, but he was still in a state of uneasiness. He couldn't turn around the thought that he had been a master for two hundred years and carried the mentality of an old father. He always felt that he should go and have a look.
"...They have recovered not long ago." Jiang Yinghe picked up the teacup, stared at the tea noodles for a while in silence, and said suddenly, "I'm afraid they will be injured."
"If it's a quick battle, injury is inevitable." Chan Qing said calmly, with a power to calm inner anxiety, "It's useless if you go."
"… Um."
Jiang Yinghe slowly pushed back his thoughts, bowed his head and took a sip of tea. This is still the one that day, and it is extremely bitter.
orchid
There are only these two kinds of tea in Ruosi, and the other is the almost tasteless "Mo Rushui". He hasn't asked about the name of this kind of tea, and it seems to be related to the world of mortals.
The two sat quietly for a while, when the atmosphere became more and more dull, suddenly there was a clear and clear child's voice outside the meditation room, lying down along the window.
"Jiang Xianjun, you don't have anything to eat—" Kong Jing's voice was getting closer and closer, until his little head came out from under the window, his black eyes were shining brightly, but in the next moment he was taken aback for a moment, and stammered: "Shut up!" , abbot..."
Chan Qing didn't look over, but asked directly: "What did you feed him?"
"Some pastries." Jiang Yinghe had the subtle feeling of being caught feeding other people's children, but his expression was calm, without any panic, and he confessed, "It's not ordinary food."
There was the sound of the little monk leaving quietly outside. The prayer beads in Chanqing's hand stopped suddenly, and her footsteps also stopped suddenly, and she didn't dare to run away secretly again.
"Take care of him." Chan Qing closed his eyes and said, "Don't give me any more."
"Okay." Jiang Yinghe was a little guilty, but his attention was diverted a little, thinking that the young monk's coir raincoat was thin, and it would probably be soaked in a while, so he pleaded, "At such a young age, I don't have enough practice, so I will get cold. "
Chan Qing raised his eyes suddenly, looked at him for a long while, with complicated eyes, and then said: "No wonder there are three souls with different minds and natures, all of whom are devoted to you. If you teach disciples like you, even if you change three people, it will be the same. the same."
Jiang Yinghe felt that his educational career had suffered a second major blow.
"Handsome appearance, cold on the outside and soft on the inside." Chan Qing said, "Don't be harsh, I haven't even taught him a lesson. Don't say that evil cultivators covet him, even if he is a righteous person, how can he guarantee that his heart will not waver, go astray."
Jiang Yinghe and Chan Qing were not familiar with each other before, they were a little older, and they didn't meet much before. When the other party mentioned this, he subconsciously thought of Xiao Xuanyu.
"If the immortal king kept cats and dogs, he would have the same habit." Chan Qing said mercilessly, "let alone human beings."
Three points of warmth, four points of desire, little by little growth of greed, refusing to let go... The more intimate the relationship, the more it will make people wishful thinking and delusional.
Jiang Yinghe had a feeling of being criticized, so he humbly asked for advice, "If it's based on the abbot's opinion, how should I teach it?"
Just as the two were discussing the growth and education of the next generation, a lazy beast roar rang out, followed by Jiuying's voice.
"Little monk, what are you doing
Stand here. This is Jiang Yinghe's place of meditation, why are you standing here with him..."
The voice continued from far to near, revealing Jiuying's cheeks with demon patterns. He looked in as if nothing had happened, and his words faltered, and said: "... Chan, Chan Qing abbot."
Chan Qing nodded and signaled: "Jiuying Yaojun."
"Abbot, I..."
"Yaojun has no heart to correct evil and return to righteousness. If you leave here, you will return to freedom."
Jiuying immediately panicked, he still has half of the demon core left on Jiang Yinghe's body, even if he can't get the half back, he still has a mating partner he likes in Lanruo Temple, how can he just leave without saying anything.
"Abbot, I haven't successfully reformed yet. Is Kong Jing bothering you? It's okay. I'll take him away right away. Don't let him always come to Jiang Xianjun to act like a spoiled child. You don't have to thank me for nothing. Sweeping the floor in the temple is especially helpful... That, how should I put it, that... Zen rhyme!"
He picked up the little monk, with hideous demon patterns, but left with a bright smile.
The torrential rain continued, Jiang Yinghe stepped forward and closed the window, saying: "The abbot has no intention of letting him go, why say that on purpose. You also have no intention of punishing Kong Jing, but you want to borrow the hands of Jiuying."
Chan Qing flicked the beads and said, "Only when you have a degree of relaxation can you become an adult."
Jiang Yinghe nodded thoughtfully, thinking that the three of his family did not grow up under the glory of correct values, it seems that they should use various methods to teach them, so that they can...
He was completely taken astray, and just as the worry and anxiety in his heart dissipated a lot, he felt a thunderous tremor that exploded into his ears.
In the next moment, the roof of the Lanruo Temple's meditation room burst open, and what fell faster than the raindrops was an unimaginably huge beast.
The prototype of Changye is bigger than Lanruo Temple. Even if it is scaled down at this moment, it is only enough to step into the room with two claws. He has wings on his back and his tail can easily lift off the roof. At this moment, the prototype has injuries. The dark red blood trickled down the tip of the tail drop by drop, diluted by the torrential rain.
As soon as Jiang Yinghe closed the window, he felt that the roof of this meditation room, which was quiet outside the world, directly exploded, and was surrounded by a large group of fluffy.
Tian Jie rubbed his fluffy forehead and cheek against him, and let out a low grunt from his throat. He hid his fangs, and there was a very faint smell of blood on his body.
Just when Jiang Yinghe looked at the huge fluffy in front of him, and before he could react, he was dragged from behind by another pair of hands around his waist, hugged into his arms, and pressed directly to the edge of the wall.
Not a single drop of rain touched the skirt of my clothes.
The smell of blood now is worse than just now
It was even more serious, and before Jiang Yinghe could ask, Li Huanhan pressed his waist and kissed him.
... the pure land of Buddhism.
These six words came to Jiang Yinghe's mind, and just as he was about to push him away, he felt something that he regretted before slowly enter his body, the sword of love root and wisdom in the tangible and intangible, slow and lingering The Jedi transitioned with the kiss.
This thing didn't return and melt from the time when the lips overlapped, but it became more and more engraved in the mind during this deep kiss. His empty and dull nerves were stimulated, and the empty space was completely filled.
The other party's lips were warm, eager, and even a little cautious. It was stylish and cautiously restrained at the beginning, but after Jiang Yinghe loosened his strength in pushing him, it became more and more urgent and hot, overflowing with desire that had been suppressed for a long time.
Li Huanhan's breath was so familiar, Jiang Yinghe could feel that he was almost unable to control himself, his hands around his waist tightened, and the tip of his teeth gently rubbed his lips.
It must be red there, maybe it was slightly swollen from his bite, and he couldn't see anyone.
The wind blows by my ears.
He finally, slowly and seriously, confirmed his intentions.
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, grabbed his collar, and when he was out of breath, he pulled away the other's collar, tilted his head to catch his breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't go crazy here, the abbot is a monk."
He was about to be dazed by the sudden deep kiss, but he still remembered that Chan Qing was a monk, how could this kind of scene be seen by a pure Buddha cultivator.
Li Huanhan raised his head, looked at him silently with bloody eyes, then let go of his hand a little bit, but still wrapped his arms around his waist, saying: "Master..."
Jiang Yinghe let out a "hmm", noticed the heavy smell of blood on his body, and touched the back of the opponent's waist with his backhand, and his hands were indeed covered with blood.
The Golden Immortal fight requires a quick fight without hurting the creatures under their feet. Presumably for them, they are very restrained and will suffer a lot in the process.
Jiang Yinghe had been with him for so many years, so naturally his heart ached. He still can't feel so many strange and complicated emotions, but he just feels a dull pain in his heart, like a piece of ice.
"Is it serious?" Jiang Yinghe looked down at the blood on his fingertips, "Is it the back?"
"No problem." Li Huanhan stretched out his hand, held Jiang Yinghe's fingers habitually, wiped his blood-stained fingers clean with a snow-white silk handkerchief, and focused, "Don't worry."
Just as Sipa wiped away the blood, another voice sounded from the side.
"I said, Li Huanhan, this is your fault
. … let me see… "
A hand came in and pushed aside Li Huanhan's airtight corner. His palm was a little cold, and he slowly grasped Jiang Yinghe's fingertips.
Qin Jun already knew that Li Huanhan had an all-round attitude in protecting people, but the three of them had just finished working together, and they still had a little affection for each other, so this demon reluctantly stepped aside.
Qin Jun's gray eyes remained the same, only when he looked at the master, he was moving, and when he looked at others, it was as if he was looking at harmful garbage in the realm of comprehension. There was some blood on the tip of his hair, but it didn't look like a serious problem, but when he approached, his breath was too lingering.
The evil spirit's hand was colder than that demon's.
But the movements are exactly the same soft, with a delicate and gentle breath.
Qin Jun's fingertips passed over his slightly red and swollen lips, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The slightly colder temperature spread across his skin, making it even more scorching.
"He's gone too far, and you're not even angry." Qin Jun said that it was Li Huanhan, "Then master, can you give me a kiss?"
Different from the temperature of his fingers, Qin Jun's breath was hot and lingering, and his tone had a gloomy ending.
"...I can't just not give you any sweetness, right? Master doesn't like this one-third of me?" Qin Jun pressed his ear against his ear, his breath rushing over his ears, "Master, give me a kiss."
Although Jiang Yinghe knew that they were alone, he still felt that the current situation was bewildering. He was pinched by Qin Jun, and the other party almost oppressed him. The kiss was light and full of provocation to his rival.
"It takes everything to be tempted." Qin Jun just touched his lips lightly, and then whispered as if bewitching, "You can't give up halfway, the master taught you."
How could Jiang Yinghe be able to parry him.
Just when he was so questioned that he couldn't speak, Qin Jun's body was blocked by Li Huanhan, and the big apprentice wiped the corner of his lips calmly, and said, "Don't pay attention to him."
One-third, two-thirds... Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes, looked at the huge fluffy who came close, and saw that the last third was blocking the rain, and the thick and big tail wrapped around his legs.
Jiang Yinghe: "...don't make trouble, where is the abbot of Chanqing?"
He turned around to look at the senior at the door, and then glanced at the meditation room whose roof had been lifted, and said with guilt in his heart: "... this, we will fix it."
Chan Qing looked at him for a long while with a complex expression, and said: "It's nothing, it's just the Buddhist practice of Lanruo Temple, the two of you must restrain yourself."
Split souls must be merged, he sees
Call it a person.
Jiang Yinghe savored the word "restraint" carefully, feeling more and more guilty, and said, "Don't worry, senior, I won't affect the cleanliness of the temple."
Chan Qing wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking but wanted to, finally just sighed lightly, said: "Don't let the poor monk's deduction that day come true."
Jiang Yinghe: "...Although I don't know what the abbot saw, but the younger generation should pay attention."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Jiao in front of him slowly shrunk in size, turned into a big cat and leaned towards him, licking his fingers coquettishly with a barbed tongue.
Jiang Yinghe was licked by him a few times before he remembered what the abbot said to teach adults to relax. Then he withdrew his finger and tapped the big cat on the head.
"Smaller."
The big cat opened its eyes and looked at him in disbelief for a moment, then at Li Huanhan, who was expressionless and wiped Jiang Yinghe's hands again, and Qin Jun, who shyly approached his master and spoke in a low voice. Overwhelmed with grievances.
Sobbing and turning into a kitten, he leaned over and lay down at Jiang Yinghe's feet, his round cat eyes were about to cry, and he hugged his injured tail pitifully and silently licked its fur.
Just now Jiang Yinghe was a little soft-hearted, and wanted to hug Changye, but the second disciple beside him held his cheek. Qin Jun's voice was gloomy and slightly hoarse.
"Master, his injury is not serious."
Chaos didn't hurt Long Night much.
That's what they did.
The author has something to say: Chan Qing: Xiaohe, take care.
Hehe: ...
Push the new article of Xiao Huangwen (crossed out) by Jiyou.
"Everyone Conspires Against Me" by Yan Xiu
Xie Dongli was sent to the small world by the system to reform himself, but he didn't expect to be double repairing the script.
And he, with a delicate body and a soft body that is easy to push down, is a weak duck batch.
Looking back, Xie Dongli had a headache when he saw the suitor who was full of ideas about a small black house.
System 404: As long as the plot is directed towards Qingshui, the host can go back, come on, be kind~
Xie Dongli: ...
What are you daydreaming about, little yellow mosquito
Xie Dongli didn't expect that in his small world, he was like an aphrodisiac. Wherever he went, there were young talents who wanted to communicate with him in depth.
Today number one will take him to see the stars, tomorrow number two wants to enjoy the scenery with him, and the day after tomorrow number three invites him to soak in a hot spring...
It's really busy.
After fooling around (teasing) one, two, three, four, five in the harem reserve, Xie Dongli decisively turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.
In order to prevent the car from overturning, he backhanded and took the blame.
In the end, he was taken advantage of and did not let go, and with the face of an old enemy, he said solemnly, "Throw it away after you use it up?"
Xie Dongli: ...
Dog man go away!
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