Three days later.
With Changye's assistance, leaving Jinghua was much easier than imagined. After getting rid of the dreaded title of His Highness King Rui, Jiang Yinghe immediately felt a sense of physical and mental relaxation.
The emperor's family in this world is like a huge cage, imprisoning him here.
In addition, another problem is that the memories that flash in my mind from time to time, some are vague and dull, but more bright and clear. Those more pleasant memories gradually wake up in the process of getting along with the long night.
However, he still didn't understand this fusion system, and he also faintly felt that there was something important that he ignored, as if he actually had more than just Changye as an apprentice...
When Jiang Yinghe was meditating, the moon was shining brightly in the sky, and the giant eagle that carried him on a long journey stopped according to Chang Ye's order, withdrew his gaze, and rested aside.
"Master." Chang Ye brushed back the hair on his sideburns, "Your body can't bear the long-term flight, so let's stop for a while."
This body is still a mortal body. Even if Jiang Yinghe's soul is extremely condensed, he cannot exert his due strength. Only after arriving in Penglai and rebuilding the foundation can he return to the road.
Although Chang Ye has learned Taoism of Penglai, he is a demon after all. When he was practicing with his master, his mind was full of beauty... Now he dare not teach it. If he taught something wrong, let alone the other three points The second is that the always kind Penglai sect masters probably wanted to skin him.
Jiang Yinghe tidied his hair and felt a little headache from being blown by the wind, so he nodded in response.
During this period of time, he was almost the most vulnerable moment since he practiced, but he didn't feel his fragility at all. On the contrary, Chang Ye was extremely careful.
The two took a break in the small town around the Hehuan Sect. Jiang Yinghe read some books related to the cultivation world in the room, and Chang Ye changed back into the form of a cat, lying next to the lamp and candle, looking at him with dark eyes.
The moonlight is like water.
The coolness of early spring is still there. Jiang Yinghe was wearing a slightly thicker soft fur cape, and after reading two or three lines, a fluffy tail hooked his fingers.
Without realizing it, he habitually held the cat's tail between his fingers, rubbing and kneading it with his fingertips. The fluffy tail between the fingers retracted suddenly like an electric shock, pulled out for a moment, and then entangled softly again, rubbing against the back of his hand.
At this moment, Jiang Yinghe didn't know what he had done.
Only then did he understand the distribution of the various sects in the realm of comprehension, and the vague memory in his mind slowed down.
Slowly fill in the missing parts.
With the completion of memory and the more mentally invested, he became even more unaware of where he was kneading. The fluffy ball in his hand was neither white nor white, and it felt so good...
Until he heard a hoarse meow.
… Um
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and saw the little white cat, which was lying on its stomach, was staring at him closely, with a desire that was closer to animal nature. A small half of the cat's fangs were exposed, and its barbed tongue licked and curled it.
... what does he want to do
It took Jiang Yinghe two seconds to react before he remembered that winter was coming and spring was coming, as if it was the season when cats were in heat.
"You..." He hesitated to speak, and asked implicitly, "Aren't you a god?"
It's not a cat either...
The little cat in front of him tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then leaned forward and rubbed his hand with its fluffy chin. Jiang Yinghe couldn't hold back for a moment, and started to masturbate faster than his brain. Only halfway through the masturbation did he realize the seriousness of the situation.
... In his vague and chaotic memory, it seems that he didn't pay much attention to the situation of long night estrus. The only thing in my memory is the big fluffy tail, which got into his waist, entangled him so that he couldn't move.
Just as Jiang Yinghe was thinking, the barbed cat's tongue was licked on his fingertips, and passed around his fingertips with a bit of a matte texture... His sense of crisis came too late.
The next moment, the obedient little white cat by the table suddenly grew bigger, and threw him to the ground in the blink of an eye. Its fur was white and soft, and its big tail flicked a few times, hooking Jiang Yinghe's waist habitually.
"...Ye'er?"
He called out in a low voice.
The big cat in front of him seemed to be even more excited, the wide pads pressed against his shoulders, and the sharp blades in the grooves of the claws were tightly hidden. But the meat pad itself is full of pressure, no matter how light the movement is, it can easily immobilize people.
The big cat lowered its head, and lightly licked his collarbone with its prickly tongue, as if it was licking...a small cream cake.
The place where it was licked turned red again. Even if it was slight, Jiang Yinghe's current body was still too fragile. His body, which had been pampered for a long time, would turn bruised and red if he touched it a few times, but in fact it didn't hurt too much.
Changye buried his head in a chaotic lick, and the warm breath diffused from his neck.
Jiang Yinghe was wrapped in a large ball of fluff, so he could only pat his paw, and said, "... really can't help it?"
It was not touched by him, Chang Ye thought.
The big cat rubbed against him, hooked the belt of his coat with the tip of its flexible tail, and then
The second half was aggrieved and half awkwardly lowered his head again, and said: "Master..."
It's good that he doesn't speak, but when he speaks, his hoarse voice is full of emotion. This seductive force is not far from disastrous to the country and the people. Jiang Yinghe was bewitched by the melodious voice in his ears, and he couldn't help but sigh in his mind.
As expected of a demon clan...
"Master, help me..."
Back then, if Daji had used her fluffy appearance and such a pleasant voice to confuse the monarch, then King Zhou really wouldn't be to blame.
Jiang Yinghe was rubbed by him with his head down, so he could only ask, "How can I help you?"
Again he didn't realize what he was asking.
These words seemed to be a hidden permission, which gave Changye great confidence and reward. His tail undid the belt, scraped the outer shirt to the sides, and the tail lurked in silently.
In the fluff of the big cat, something far from soft appeared.
When Jiang Yinghe was hit, he failed to react immediately. Instead, he raised his knee and rubbed it until the paw on his shoulder suddenly sank.
He brushed against the slightly raised barb.
... Hiss.
He repented.
No, how can this help? Can people help with this kind of thing
More memories emerged, and Jiang Yinghe touched it again tentatively, associating some pictures that were not easy to talk about on this website in his mind.
"Master..." But the little apprentice's voice was obedient and soft, leaning against his ear like a baby, and the soft fur on his body was so easy to touch, "Do you not like Ye'er?"
It sounds so embarrassing.
Jiang Yinghe's heart softened for a moment, he hesitated for a moment, and then said: "How could it be..."'
"That's what I like."
The big cat's tail came up close to the skin, changing the narrow waist around, and the barbed thing also started to rub against his legs, but the force was very light, as if it was afraid of hurting him.
Jiang Yinghe patted his pads, then gently released his paws. He sat up halfway, looked down at the big cat, and after a moment of silence, he said frustratedly: "... Cats really need to be neutered."
Changye didn't take this sentence to heart at all, instead, he leaned over to lick him with extreme pleasure. Just as the atmosphere became more sticky and lingering, there was a loud bang outside the door, as if someone was fighting.
The next moment, the door in front of him was also broken, and an evil cultivator with a devilish aura broke in. There were shouts of beating and killing behind him, as if he was being chased to nowhere.
Xie Xiu saw the scene in front of him, but he didn't expect that there was a monster here.
Suddenly, there was a feeling that the enemy of the enemy is a friend. I was overjoyed and shouted: "My comrade is trapped, please help me stop it..."
Before he could finish his words, he was shaken out by a violent demonic energy, rolled and smashed several walls, and turned over several times on the ground.
Dusty.
The big cat in front of him seemed to be irritated by the outsider's intrusion, but it didn't directly kill him. Instead, it turned into a human and hugged the master, buried it on his shoulder for a while, and then said in a slightly hoarse tone: " Who is his comrade."
Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted the young man in red in his arms: "Okay, okay, no, Ye'er is a pillar of righteousness."
The dust was gone, Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and saw a man in a pale pink Taoist uniform standing on the spot holding a whisk between the broken walls.
"The Hehuan Sect hunted down the rebellion, thank you Xianyou..." Before he could say the word "help", He Hufa widened his eyes, looked at Jiang Yinghe, who was comforting the young man, and paused for a while, before he said in a daze, "Jiang Xianjun?"
Jiang Yinghe couldn't remember him, so he asked, "You are?"
Protector He suddenly came back to his senses, and said: "He Chu, the protector of the Hehuan Sect, came here to arrest the civil strife and clean up the sect under the order of Hunyuan Xianjun Tongdai head teacher."
He looked suspiciously at Xie Xiu, who had been drawn back by the evil spirit, and then raised his head to look at Jiang Yinghe, who was slowly comforting the big monster in his arms, and asked cautiously, "Jiang Xianjun has left the gate?"
Jiang Yinghe naturally didn't know what happened to him after his reincarnation, so he just looked at him quietly.
He Hufa was stared at for a moment, his back felt hairy, and he completed everything in his mind, and hurriedly said: "I haven't seen you for more than three hundred and seventy years, the acting head teacher has always missed you very much, I didn't expect to see you here. Xianjun must have other important matters, so the junior will not bother here."
With the contents of his brain, he raised his hand to pick up the traitor who was thrown to his feet by the evil spirit, and after saying goodbye repeatedly, he turned and left.
Only this precarious and crumbling inn was left, and the demon sobbing softly in Jiang Yinghe's arms.
Jiang Yinghe couldn't understand Changye's desperate desire to get close, but he had a clear heart and a good temper, and he was still facing his own apprentice, so he let him act like a baby in his arms, while slowly rubbing the top of his hair , while saying: "It's not hurt, it's just being seen in heat, is it so sad?"
How could he be sad about this.
Changye's dark long hair was messed up by Jiang Yinghe, he leaned over, kissed him from the neck upwards, delicately and gently, until it reached his lips
, said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not happy to be disturbed."
Jiang Yinghe thought his sullen and awkward appearance was cute, so he couldn't help laughing.
"It's so big, I'll be scared. It looks good now... Do you still need Master to help you?"
Chang Ye, who was still sluggish just now, suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were bright, and the tail that was not under control was entangled again, turning around to please, exuding a sweet, well-behaved, young man's air.
Jiang Yinghe's heart seemed to be moved suddenly, as if the pointer was gently pushed away by a finger, and returned to its original position, following the time with precision.
He suddenly felt as if he had always liked him.
How long is the word "always"
——
At the same time, the Hehuan Sect.
The Acacia Sect is good at the art of dual cultivation, so it encourages monks to find Taoist companions, and even the sect that wants to put love first will keep many pets and stoves, and many of them are very proficient in this aspect of magic skills.
When Hufa He returned, Tong Guiyu was reading the latest illustrated storybook published by Lanling Bookstore. He only read half of it, then threw it on the case, and said lazily: "The more you write, the worse it gets. The chief writer of Lanling Bookstore is getting more and more lazy..."
He Hufa bowed to him and told the truth about the capture of the traitor, but he waved his hand to stop him in the middle of speaking.
"That's enough. I've got it." Tong Guiyu closed the book, "Ever since Jiang Yinghe closed a death test, even his apprentices have been rarely seen, and even the prototype of the story is hard to find."
He Hufa was silent for a moment, looked up at Tong Guiyu's listless expression, and tentatively said, "Supporting teacher, this subordinate is about to report that I met...Jiang Xianjun on the way to hunt down the traitor."
Tong Guiyu suddenly raised his eyes, stared at the other party for a moment, and after confirming that he was not lying, he suddenly smiled: "Three hundred years of retreat, why did it suddenly appear. What happened to you?"
He Hufa recalled: "My subordinates saw Jiang Xianjun... there was a demon, wearing red clothes, with a figure like a boy. And there is..."
After he said these few words, Tong Guiyu had already figured it out in his mind, he tapped his knee, and continued: "What else?"
"There seems to be no spiritual power in Xianjun."
As soon as the words fell, the room could be heard breathing.
Tong Guiyu waved his hand and said, "Go down."
He watched He Hufa turn and leave, and quickly recalled several major events over the years in his mind, thinking of the person beside Jiang Yinghe.
The young apprentice is a young man in red.
Did he have an accident? But if he lost his Dao body for some reason, and Penglai lied about retreating, how could Jiang Yinghe appear around the Hehuan Sect.
But this road is indeed the fastest way to Penglai in this direction.
Tong Guiyu pondered for a long time, as if he had figured out something, but at the same time he seemed to have thought of nothing. He took out the Red Face Sword from the Dao body, wiped the sword body, and thought about it.
The blade of the sword is clear and sharp.
Tong Guiyu stared at the Hongyan sword, and then his eyes fell on the pale pink sword pendant on the scabbard, and said to himself: "Before and after he retreated... Guanghan Palace Liyue Daoist fell in Luo City, Guanghan Palace and Yingzhou Pai even got into an argument over this matter... Penglai, on the other hand, didn't ask anything."
"... Then Yan Caiwei retreated in order to break through the primordial spirit and step into the void realm. After another hundred years, Yun continued to retreat. In today's Penglai, there is only one head master Zhou left... and there is..."
"Li Huanhan and Qin Jun, although they live in secluded places, they are indeed unfathomable and powerful. One hundred and twenty-four years ago, the Yingzhou faction came to challenge a fairy king from Penglai and two real people who were retreating together. , was suppressed by Li Huanhan with a sword, and there was no more sound."
What he didn't say was that after Jiang Yinghe retreated, no matter whether it was the unified Heavenly Demon Sect, the Netherworld where the ghost master returned, or the monster clan revived by the venerable, all of them kept their own law and order, and there were almost no disputes, and there was a little bit of peaceful development the meaning of.
And the news of the three half-step golden immortals was completely blocked.
Tong Guiyu paused in his thoughts, and suddenly said: "The boy in red...is he a demon?"
He focused his eyes slightly, and said thoughtfully to the servant beside him: "Call Protector He back and say, I have two letters to send, one to Tianji Pavilion, and let them send it to Tianmo Sect. The other one was delivered by He Hufa himself, and sent to the Netherworld."
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