Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Chapter 58

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Penglai.

A candle was burning in the hall.

The candle flames flickered slowly in front of my eyes, dragging out ghost images.

The person next to him called for a second time, and Yan Caiwei hastily looked away, and replied, "Senior brother."

Just now, the soul lamp placed in Penglai was extinguished and the life card was shattered.

The white cranes on Qingjing Cliff lingered constantly, their calls tore through the vocal cords and pierced the sky, almost desolate.

Yan Caiwei nodded with a dazed expression, and continued: "I will go to investigate...Junior brother Jiang will not survive the robbery in Luocheng, there must be another reason."

She leaned on the seat and got up, her heart was still empty, she couldn't accept what was happening before her, and she didn't even really feel the pain.

Yan Caiwei held down the magic bell on her waist, retracted her fingers from above the magic weapon, and looked back at Zhou Zhengping.

The head brother's brows were tired, like a frozen statue, and the dust whisk beside him was placed on the table, its color was so cold.

The Penglai Great Hall, which has always been bright, has an extremely dignified aura flowing dully, like an invisible cloud, weighing on my heart.

At the next moment when the world had become a foregone conclusion, endless dark red clouds suddenly condensed in the clear sky outside the hall, and a figure descended from the red clouds, and stepped into the hall alone.

Yan Caiwei paused and looked at the approaching person.

Li Huanhan was dressed in black clothes, the sleeves were dark and dull, like a starless and moonless night, behind him was a long scarlet-lined cloak.

The cloak was stained with blood, and there were bloodstains on the ground in the hall.

Under Yan Caiwei's gaze, the person in front of her walked up to the case, put the silk-wrapped thing in her hand on it, and was next to Zhou Zhengping's whisk.

In the oppressive silence, there was only Yan Caiwei's low and muted voice.

"what is this?"

She watched the other party raise his hand, and pushed aside the plain white silk, revealing two severed swords inside.

The Wangchen Sword is made of solid ice, and it is only because of Jiang Yinghe that it is full of sharpness, and it is famous all over the world. But now, it is just two pieces of broken ice.

The solid ice hasn't melted, but there are still traces of water that seem to be there.

At the moment when he saw the broken sword, Zhou Zhengping, who had always been quiet, finally couldn't hold on anymore, and spat out a mouthful of blood stagnant in his internal organs, and was supported by Yan Caiwei's arm.

Zhou Zhengping raised his eyes and watched as Li Huanhan took out the sword pendant that had been attached to the Wangchen Sword, and reattached it to it.

The old appearance of the past is vaguely in front of my eyes.

This is his catastrophe.

It is also his love robbery.

Zhou Zhengping closed his eyes deeply, and heard

Li Huanhan made a slight sound.

"We have protected his reincarnation."

He lowered his head, his tone of voice couldn't hear any emotion, but it made people's heart sink again and again.

"I'll go find him... Sect Leader, please return the Wangchen Sword to Baihe Yuyu."

After the words fell, Zhou Zhengping looked at him for a long time before silently nodding his head.

He watched Li Huanhan turn and leave, regained his composure, and then said to Yan Caiwei: "Ring the bell."

Yan Caiwei was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "Since Junior Brother has a chance of reincarnation, there is no need to ring the bell...he will return to Penglai!"

"Yeah." Zhou Zhengping said, "Twelve times."

According to the rules of Penglai, the bell rings eleven times for the fall of the immortal king, and the twelve times is for the elders in the gate who are closed to death.

Yan Caiwei was stunned for a moment, then she relaxed, nodded silently, and said nothing more.

The Penglai bell rang twelve times, resounding throughout the cultivation world. All the people in power of the sects had already heard the news of Jiang Yinghe's retreat.

The Styx River in the Netherworld is flowing, and all ghosts rush to the opposite bank. The ferryman put on his coir raincoat, pointed to the ghost girl beside him to draw a boat on the Styx River, and told her that it was the place where the suzerain lived.

The Wanyao frontier is bustling with people. Xue Qianqian, the snow fox who came here from the snowy field, stopped at the market and listened to the anecdotes and anecdotes he had seen from the boss of the deer demon, and told about the all-powerful Venerable and his beautiful rabbit demon.

In the Heavenly Demon Sect, the black snake entrenched on the edge of the blood pool opened its bloody eyes, and looked up as if feeling something, but could only see a dense curtain made of pearls and jade.

The chanting sound of Lanruo Temple did not stop all day long, but suddenly stopped when the bell rang. The little monk Kongjing was sitting opposite Chanqing, copying Buddhist scriptures, and when he saw the Buddhist beads in the abbot's hand, he stopped suddenly.

"Abbot?" The little monk opened his dark round eyes, "What's wrong?"

Zen Qing was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said nothing.

——

Three hundred and seventy-five years later.

Jinghua, Prince Rui's Mansion.

The well-dressed maids shuttled back and forth continuously, and the incense slowly spread out, filling the room with a soft fragrance.

A maid wearing a spirit snake bun closed the door, gestured to the girls around her, walked a little further, and said: "His Royal Highness is still feverish, just took the medicine and rested, you go away farther away."

The little girls nodded obediently and walked away. The previous maid took two steps away in satisfaction, and only a few steps away when she heard the door creaking.

She turned around and saw a snow-white fluffy cat tail, she knew that the cat raised by His Royal Highness Rui had entered, she didn't worry about it, but closed it tightly again

door.

Ruinaoxiang tablets were burning in the hall, and the aroma covered the smell of medicine.

The little white cat took a few steps forward, licked its paws, then jumped onto the bed, spread its paws on the corner of the quilt, and raised its tail to catch the scattered long hair of the person on the bed.

His hair was black and soft, trapped in the light-colored quilt, very eye-catching.

Jiang Yinghe was woken up by the kitten, and slowly hugged him into his arms, with the soft cat ears on his hot cheek, and said in a low voice, "I'm sleepy, don't make trouble."

The little white cat was lying in his arms, staring at him with a pair of black eyes. After a while, the cat came up to his ear and rubbed against his ear, and the temperature became warmer and warmer.

Jiang Yinghe was a little confused by the fever, and vaguely heard a soft and pleasant voice in his ear, which rang out slowly.

"Sick? You're so hot."

Of course he was sick. Jiang Yinghe closed his eyes and thought, he was the last brother of the current new emperor, if he hadn't been sick every day, he would have been killed by the feudal regime long ago.

"Don't rub it..." he said in a low voice, "I've taken medicine, I'm so sleepy..."

It seemed that something was gently brushing past his ears, and Jiang Yinghe heard a slightly depressed but extremely cautious voice.

"Do you want to... get out of here?"

… leave here? Fake death to escape? He is already preparing...

Jiang Yinghe reacted dazedly for a while, then half-opened his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and suddenly returned to his cage.

In his arms was a young man in red, with half of his face wearing a mask, but the exposed half was extremely handsome and magnificent. He had a pair of cat ears in his hair, and his thick and long velvet tail hooked his neck. Waist, looking at it with shining eyes at this moment, showing pointed teeth.

… and his cat.

He put it here, what about such a big cat

Jiang Yinghe's mind went blank for a moment, he tried hard to calm down, and asked calmly, "Are you..."

"I'm a demon." Chang Ye looked at him without blinking.

... It's so easy to admit, I haven't asked yet.

During the short gap when Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, the young man in red in front of him raised his hand, brushed his fingertips over the mark on his brow, and said in a low voice, "What should I do to remind you of me."

On Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows, there was a faint cinnabar mark similar to a flowing cloud, which had existed since birth. Because of this imprint, his father and mother loved him very much when they were alive, and once regarded him as the next monarch.

It's just that he has no intention of fighting for power, that's all a thing of the past.

Jiang Yinghe was caught by this sentence

The words touched his heart, as if something invisible was beating on the tip of his heart, trembling with chaotic strings.

At the same time, since he was born... no, the system that had been with him since he traveled suddenly lit up, and a mechanized notification sounded.

"Lock the target - Ajiang Purification System is at your service."

A Jiang Purification System sounds like a software for anti-pornography and anti-illegal. But I haven't seen it ringing in so many years, and today is the first time.

The purpose of this system has to be repeated every year, saying that it is to purify and integrate every strategy target that is physically and mentally broken, and a black status bar is attached to it.

The boy in red in front of him is only half of the black progress.

Jiang Yinghe watched the person in front of him getting closer, and didn't know whether he should think about the change in his world view, or call for help immediately.

In this brief moment of hesitation, the other party's lips were gradually pressed against each other.

Jiang Yinghe stared at him blankly, his first reaction was not to push the person away, his heart that had been beating wildly from just now stopped suddenly, and the breath that deepened with the kiss sank into the sea of consciousness.

This breath affected the half of the demon core in his body, and the demon cores were connected, as if they had broken through some shackles, making Jiang Yinghe's originally calm mind even more chaotic, and some broken memories surfaced and poured into his heart.

He was holding Chang Ye's shoulder, pressed down by the white cat turned into a monster, and kissed his lips. The most surprising thing was not this, but his vague memories, which seemed to emerge in the kiss. screen.

The corners of Jiang Yinghe's eyes were red, and he felt that he couldn't breathe. When he wanted to kiss him until he was slightly suffocated, the other party suddenly parted his lips.

He looked at the other party, his star-like eyes were cold and bright, with a faint brilliance, and some light red appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Breathing uncertain.

In his empty and helpless soul, there seemed to be a sound of asking questions sounding from afar.

He moved his eyes and said subconsciously, "Ye'er?"

Changye's movements came to a sudden stop.

"Do you remember me?"

The subconscious mind only controlled it for a moment, Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and said while thinking, "I remembered a little... I feel a little messy."

His memory ended at the moment when he was struck to death by lightning, but when he recalled it again, it also stopped at the moment when he was struck to death by lightning.

It's too miserable, his mind is full of being hacked to death, how many evils he has committed.

It will take some time to accept this setting, but fortunately, Jiang Yinghe has been instilled with the two settings of time travel and system since he was born. At this moment, the third one suddenly appeared.

Immediately understandable, but not particularly annoying.

Compared with this, if he is really a reincarnated person, what about this earth memory before time travel, a protected file that is not affected by formatting

He even considered this layer with divergent thinking, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the cautious gaze of the person in front of him, which was no different from the white cat when he first saw it.

"Ye'er." This address was so easy to say, it was unbelievable to get used to it. Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and tapped his forehead again, "Are we... Taoist companions?"

Those memories were too messy, the part he remembered was chaotic and mottled, only the emotion towards everyone was pure and sincere. He slowly accepted the sudden setting, feeling that his xinxing was gradually cleansed as the memory emerged, sweeping away the dust that had been covered in the ordinary world for more than ten years.

Chang Ye was stunned.

The light shone, and a hazy light crossed between his long hair. The eyebrows seem to be a little alienated, but they have shed the cold and lonely shell in the world, revealing a gentle and pure and full heart.

Like the cold dew in mid-spring hanging on the white plums when the light snow melts.

Obviously, for the past ten years, he has spent in the world of mortals. Chang Ye felt that the other party was becoming more and more crystal clear and eternal.

He covered his heart, and there were countless voices ringing in his ears—this is a good time, as long as he admits it, he is the rightful partner of the other party.

If it was the past, Changye would never let go of such an opportunity.

But behind these mixed voices, Chang Ye heard his silently growing, throbbing heartbeat.

"No." He leaned over and kissed each other, and whispered, "You are my master."

He is more and more like the other two people, even this gloomy and calm answer is similar... It turns out that monsters who are greedy in nature also have this kind of cherishing and unbearable mood.

Chang Ye laughed at himself, but then hugged Jiang Yinghe and buried his head on his shoulder. The fluffy tail wrapped around his waist, circling and turning around his waist continuously, with a sweet smell Intimate taste.

Jiang Yinghe was first kissed twice by the kitten that turned into a human, and then let him hug him, but he couldn't get angry at all, and even hugged the other subconsciously, raising his hand habitually , slowly stroking his back.

This is a comforting gesture.

It is his eternal tenderness.

Long Ye endured and endured, but in the end he was still overwhelmed by the sourness in his heart, and pressed against his shoulder to swallow his sobs, but the warm tears were still there.

It soaked through Jiang Yinghe's thin clothes.

"I miss you so much."

He couldn't help acting coquettishly, reverting to his old ways, but there was no longer any trace of deceit, every word was branded in his heart, over and over again, almost engraved into his soul.

"Ye'er really misses Master... In the past, you, your body was too young, so I didn't dare to scare you. But I... I..."

Chang Ye couldn't go on talking anymore, reluctantly stopped speaking, and hugged him tightly.

"Master, let's leave here. Have you always wanted to leave here? How much have you remembered?"

Jiang Yinghe actually didn't think much of it. More details seemed to be submerged under the surface of the water, covered by sparkling fine lines, only the thunder that killed him was exceptionally clear, and after the thunder calamity, the giant beast turned into a human, splitting the inner alchemy. Give him that scene.

It was too much, he thought it was really a kitten.

As if he had done it thousands of times before, Jiang Yinghe raised his hand habitually while thinking, and rubbed Chang Ye's soft hair.

"I don't think much of it... maybe I have to take my time."

He still remembered that this purification system didn't seem to have this name

While Jiang Yinghe was thinking, the young man in red in front of him leaned down, pressed his cheek again, and said worriedly: "It's still very hot, let's go back to Penglai early, according to my experience, it will be repaired very quickly. of… "

But it's also easy to repeat the same mistakes.

Just like the three of them, even after the reconstruction, none of them have found a way to get along. Maybe they are split up, and they don't have the qualifications to get along.

And the master is also, you should recognize your true heart, so that you can go further without fear of asking questions.

When I hooked the other half of the demon pill in his body just now, the sickness on the body has been dispelled. The remaining heat is actually harmless, but it is worrying to hug.

Chang Ye kissed his eyelashes, and said: "Master, take a rest... Ye'er will be with you."

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Change it to update at 9 in the morning, otherwise I will read the comments at night, and I won’t be able to sleep if I have a few complaints. Glass heart is glass QAQ.