The evening mist stopped.
The giant eagle skimmed through the clouds, and the sound of the wind pierced the ears. Even though it was flying very slowly, when it stopped for a while, there was still a sense of roar.
Jiang Yinghe rearranged his hair and sleeves, sat on the cliff and looked down, and saw the lush forest and ancient trees, as well as the faintly visible continuous mountain peaks in the distance of the ancient trees.
Huoshaoyun covered half of the sky.
Jiang Yinghe stared at it for a while, and another kind of red seemed to emerge in his mind, a red that was more vivid and intense than the current Cangxia.
His memory was fuzzy and difficult to decipher, and he turned his head to look at the long night beside him.
Chang Ye turned his head to look at him, and those dark eyes looked straight at him, extremely pure and sincere.
The light wind lifted the hair around Jiang Yinghe's ears.
The old friend remains the same.
These three hundred and seventy years, to Jiang Yinghe, were just like a dreamland, but to others, it was like a process of gradually relieving pain but recurring.
Chang Ye looked at him for a while, then said in a low voice, "Master."
"Um."
Jiang Yinghe responded. He felt the uneasiness in the other person, raised his hand and stroked his hair, and said, "Do you have anything to say?"
Actually... nothing.
It's just the capriciousness of some children.
Chang Ye didn't say all these willfulness, but let him ruffle his hair, and leaned over and said: "Master, in fact, there is more than just Ye'er as a disciple."
There was some hesitation in his tone, but he continued on.
"I am the third."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, and said, "I also had this premonition, but I just can't remember it."
"But the three of us," Chang Ye said earnestly, "are actually one person."
"… one person?"
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, the diaphragm in his mind seemed to be pierced by something, and the shadows of the other two became more and more clear.
Changye was too close, and the breath slowly rolled over, exuding a familiar fragrance.
This breath lingers around.
"Actually, Ye'er doesn't want to be alone with them." Chang Ye said, "It's just because Master..."
There was a pause in his words.
"I guess they don't either."
Jiang Yinghe was kissed by him, the movement was very light, but the words whispered were especially sweet and moving.
"They must also be because of you."
Jiang Yinghe slowly accepted this setting, and just as he was about to answer, the giant eagle perched beside him uttered a cry, and looked up into the twilight not far away.
Changye then raised his eyes and saw the sky that was dyed red by the burning clouds.
On the cold lone peak, a small stream with bright red water suddenly flows, and the blood is flowing.
Chang Ye's eyes paused, and he said to Jiang Yinghe: "Brother is going to beat me."
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment: "What?"
Chang Ye said again: "It's not been a day or two since he disliked me, knowing that I found you, but not telling him, Senior Brother Li is going to lose his temper."
Before Jiang Yinghe could finish understanding this sentence, the bright red blood on the isolated peak surged upwards, forming a gradually distinct human figure.
Li Huanhan stepped out from the stream of blood. He was dressed in a black robe, and the cloak moved slightly. With the slight cold mountain wind in early spring, the scarlet lining was lifted.
On his shoulder, there was a shiny black snake. His blood eyes glanced over with incomparable coldness. After seeing Jiang Yinghe, he closed his eyes as if exhausting all his strength, and fell into a dormant state.
Behind him, the clouds dyed by the setting sun were as colorful as blood.
Jiang Yinghe just turned his head to take a look, and found that there seemed to be a gust of cold wind passing through his eyes, and Chang Ye on the opposite side was forced back dozens of steps by the gust of sword wind, and then the sword wind scattered, and the blood sword swept across, and kept He pulled back into another cliff, smashing half of the stone wall.
Not only the half of the stone wall, but even the many cliff protrusions in the middle were shattered by the sword energy. Cracks sounded under Jiang Yinghe's feet, and the giant eagle on the side suddenly flew up, singing in the sky.
At the moment when the cliff broke, he suddenly fell into a familiar embrace, and was supported by Li Huanhan and landed in a safe place.
Jiang Yinghe watched all this happen, and was still worried about Chang Ye when he was caught by the other party.
Li Huanhan checked him carefully, and after confirming that there was no injury, he frowned and rubbed the opponent's hand.
"So cold?"
It's early spring at the moment, it's already a bit cold, and it's on a cliff, so even if you wear thick clothes, the function of keeping warm is still weak. But Jiang Yinghe thought he could accept it, so he didn't take it to heart, and he didn't tell Changye about it.
His fingers were narrow and slender, and due to environmental reasons, the knuckles were slightly light blue, and they were wrapped by Li Huanhan's palm at this moment.
It's just that his temperature is not high.
Jiang Yinghe said: "It's okay, it's not too cold, he..."
Before he could finish his words, there was an extra weight on his shoulders. The top of the cloak is decorated with jet-black fluff, softly enclosing half a circle, and the bottom is red and black, reaching to the ankles.
While lowering his head halfway, Li Huanhan tied the strap of his cloak, and said, "I can't die."
As if reflecting this sentence,
The mountain rocks that were chiseled in the distance shattered inch by inch and turned into powder. But the seemingly weak boy in red flew back intact and landed in front of Jiang Yinghe.
Just when Chang Ye wanted to get closer, he was blocked by a bright red blood sword. He glanced at the unrestricted and demonic Nirvana Sword, and then at Li Huanhan who was wearing a cloak for Jiang Yinghe.
"You can't be so angry, right?" Chang Ye said, "It's also because of half a demon pill that I was able to find Master..."
Li Huanhan turned a deaf ear to it. After tying the ribbon, he looked into Jiang Yinghe's star-like eyes and asked in a low voice, "Did he bully you?"
Jiang Yinghe just wanted to say, "I am his master, how could Chang Ye have such courage", but before he could say it, he remembered the scene of teaching the little apprentice to ease the estrus in the inn yesterday, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "No."
Because of this half-second hesitation, the bright red blood sword seemed to have heard the master's intentions, and the blade suddenly shone brightly, rising from the cliff, and the devilish energy rushed over.
The little apprentice was pulled out again.
Jiang Yinghe was silent for a moment, he didn't expect the relationship between their seniors and brothers to be so "harmonious", sighed, and said, "Really not, don't be angry."
It's hard to see Li Huanhan's anger. He has always been expressionless and restrained. Even if he thinks about it in his heart, it only shows on his face. It is difficult to read his mind from his words, but he can perceive the other party's temperament between actions and habits.
For example, at this moment, although Jiang Yinghe hadn't fully remembered it, he still felt that he was jealous, and he didn't know what it was.
Li Huanhan picked the hair beside his ear and asked, "Do you remember me?"
Jiang Yinghe nodded honestly, and said, "Remember...a little bit."
"What do you remember?"
How could Jiang Yinghe have the nerve to say that, he looked at the other person's bright red and calm eyes, hesitated for a moment, then slightly raised his head and approached the other person's ear, and said, "Remember... you once locked me in a dark room."
The moment Li Huanhan appeared, he recalled the name and identity in his heart, but he did not expect that this part of the memory became clear first. While slowly savoring the complex emotions contained in the memory, he added said a word.
"I still think of you telling me... to be with Tenderness for a long time."
In fact, there are four words behind this sentence. He said "along with gentleness, but not cruelty". But Jiang Yinghe didn't add it.
Li Huanhan was stunned for a moment, then slowly embraced him, and said in a low voice: "
Sorry, I was impulsive then. "
His chest was pressed against his chest, his heart was beating, exuding a slightly hot aftermath, and then, the system that had been silent all this time suddenly made a sound, and a brand new purification bar jumped out.
Jiang Yinghe stared at the almost full black status bar, and then at the man in front of him with soft words and deep eyes, unable to connect the two.
Then, the system eagerly gave a new reminder.
"Purification mission one: Please give the innate truth a soothing kiss."
For the first time, Jiang Yinghe heard the emotional feeling from this full-range mechanical sound system. He repeated the words of the system in his mind, paused on "innate authenticity", and suddenly remembered what he had learned before rebuilding. Learned some Taoism.
In the orthodox Taoist sect, there are also many techniques of incarnation outside the body, which inevitably involve the separation of souls. Among them is a set of theories, which say that the soul of a person is divided into three parts, namely the innate true nature, the acquired mind, and the tendency of the favorite.
But at this moment, what Jiang Yinghe has not realized is that the innate true nature is a combination of good and evil origin, born with unlimited ups and downs, and the acquired mind, on the contrary, is cut off from the top of the cloud by the denial of heaven under the smooth wind and water, and needs constant sharpening and correction.
Things are complicated, and things don't always go as planned.
Just as he was thinking for a few breaths, the system repeated the mission goal again. He raised his head to look at the progress bar of the opponent who was almost full, and then met Li Huanhan's gaze.
The blood red is eerie, like slowly flowing magma, or an extremely clear gem.
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback, tried to lean over and kiss him, and replied: "... I don't blame you."
His movements were very light, just a little initiative, but the status bar that was still dark in front of him suddenly retreated a lot, returning to a relatively healthy state.
... so coaxing
Just when Jiang Yinghe was considering whether to comfort the other party again, he was wrapped around his waist and kissed, with the tip of his warm tongue poking in.
His waist was fastened tightly, but a half-finger-width space was just right, like an invisible confrontation between desire and self-control.
The black snake entangled on Li Huanhan's shoulders seemed to be affected by the emotions of its master, and opened its eyes from dormancy, with vertical pupils watching the scene in front of it without blinking.
At the same time, Changye, who was pulled off the cliff for the second time, climbed back again, shook off the dust on his paws, and saw the picture in front of him as soon as he came up.
Although his realm had fallen and he was unable to fight with Li Huanhan, it did not affect his competition for favor.
When the little kitten wanted to pounce on it in the next moment, the bright red blood sword floated up automatically, and the blade of the sword was full of hostility and arrived in front of his eyes.
Long Night: "..."
… Life is not easy, Maomao sighed.
Li Huanhan seemed to feel that Chang Ye was back, so he restrained himself a little, raised his hand and stroked the reddish lips of Master, and asked in a low voice: "Still can't take a breath?"
Jiang Yinghe grabbed his hand, moved it off, and said: "... I shouldn't think you're easy to coax."
This person is good in every way, but he seems to be very impulsive in this kind of thing, and sometimes he will be very fierce when he loses control.
He has recovered this part of cognition invisibly.
Jiang Yinghe turned his head and looked at the kitten pointed at by the blood sword on the corner of the cliff. The little white cat meowed disheartenedly, full of a strong sense of grievance.
When Chang Ye saw Jiang Yinghe looking over, he immediately regained his energy. He wanted to jump into the opponent's arms three times, but in mid-air, a hand slipped up the back of his neck and hung in the air with the flesh on it.
Li Huanhan's indifferent tone with a hint of hidden disgust sounded from the side.
"It's all dusty, it's too dirty."
Li Huanhan turned his gaze, glanced at Jiang Yinghe's pitch-black cloak, and the plain robe under the cloak, and added a sentence.
"Don't touch him."
The little white cat was wronged to the extreme. It bared its teeth and claws in mid-air, looked at Jiang Yinghe with its round black eyes, and meowed pitifully twice.
Jiang Yinghe was moved by him, and comforted him: "I will give you a bath when there is an inn."
Just when the little white cat heard the word "bath" and excitedly pricked up its little ears, Li Huanhan, who was carrying him, suddenly said, "Let me do it."
The little white cat froze all over, lowered its head limply, meowed softly, and thought indignantly, "This invisible vinegar vat... Bah!"
——
The invisible vinegar jar joined the accompanying team, and handed the letter he had received to Jiang Yinghe.
Jiang Yinghe unfolded the letter, and saw the pale pink letter paper inlaid with peach blossom petals. On it was the incomparably beautiful handwriting of hairpin flowers, which vaguely mentioned Jiang Yinghe's whereabouts, and vaguely revealed Li Huanhan's identity. Speaking, I gave the leader something.
Jiang Yinghe saw the handwriting very familiarly, but couldn't remember who it was for a while, so he asked, "What did he give you?"
Li Huanhan glanced at him, expressionlessly took out a book from the storage artifact, and handed it to Jiang Yinghe
hands.
The cover is pure blue, the titles of the books are arranged vertically, neatly written—
"The Immortal's Secret Lover"
Jiang Yinghe: "...the style is good."
He couldn't find any other words to express his feelings at the moment, so he could only sigh, no matter which world it is, people's desire for beautiful love is always the same... As he thought, he opened the pages of the book, and was immediately drawn by the first A page of pictures froze.
The little white cat who had been cleaned at the side moved its head closer, as if it wanted to take a look, but Jiang Yinghe pushed it away before it could even take a look.
He closed the page, feeling that he opened it in the wrong way, and opened it again, finally confirming that it was a little yellow book in the cultivation world, and it was the one with illustrations.
... It was shocking.
Jiang Yinghe let out a breath, and something seemed to appear in his mind, thinking that it should be a friend's handwriting.
"... There is no signature, who sent it?"
Li Huanhan said: "It was entrusted to the Tianji Pavilion to forward it. It is difficult for ordinary people to find the Tianmo Sect."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, then looked at the handwriting on the letter paper, and said, "...he doesn't seem to have any intention of hiding his identity. I seem to have seen this word...Tong Guiyu?"
As he spoke, he turned over the letter paper and saw a heart painted with cinnabar on the back.
Jiang Yinghe: "...It really is him."
As expected of the Hehuan Sect, it is almost running the largest obscene and pornographic industry in the cultivation world, and the entire sect is full of unscrupulous colors.
The author has something to say: Tong Guiyu who has changed color: My happiness is beyond your imagination~