The incense is overflowing.
The white mist rises and overflows, spreading out the light and long-lasting fragrance, which mixes and entangles with the atmosphere in the room. The window lattice was half opened, and the breeze entered the inner room, blowing up the veil on the edge of the bed.
Jiang Yinghe was brushed over the back of his hand by the light veil, and woke up on the soft couch in a daze for the second time in a short period of time.
In front of him was that milky white soft kitten again, with its big fluffy tail dangling in front of him, revealing a cute and harmless posture, the tip of its tail rubbed against the back of Jiang Yinghe's hand along with the veil come and go.
So cute, I really want to sit on my ass to death. Jiang Yinghe thought blankly.
It is this fluffy tail that has captured and deceived his cat-loving heart. It is wrapped around his waist and cannot be torn off. It is tightly strangled and has a tongue full of soft thorns. It is a trace of redness.
Feeling hopeless, Jiang Yinghe looked at the little white cat in front of him for a while, and then looked in despair at the progress bar that moved slowly one frame after the night.
The degree of fusion is twelve percent.
It seems that his waist and this system must die today.
It really doesn't make sense at all, not to mention that he is just reshaping the Taoist body now, even if he really returns to the peak, he can still shock Xiaoxiao with a sword, and it is impossible to subdue Taoist companions and teach disciples on the bed.
What's more, they haven't merged yet, and the ideas in their heads are becoming more and more novel, hiss... it hurts.
Jiang Yinghe took a breath slowly, stretched out his hand and pushed the little white cat sleeping next to him viciously.
The cat rolled over in mid-air, landed on the ground, and looked over with those big harmless black eyes.
Just looking at these eyes, I can't imagine that Changye, a bastard, likes to bite the back of people's necks...
Jiang Yinghe looked at the harmless kitten expressionlessly, until the kitten jumped onto the edge of the bed with guilt, and pitifully sent its tail over for him to pet.
Unsurprisingly, the other two must have woken up earlier than him. As soon as Jiang Yinghe made a slight movement, the veil was lifted up by one hand, and tied aside with a tie, and a cup of familiar throat tea was brought along.
Jiang Yinghe took the warm tea from Li Huanhan's hand, and didn't want to talk to him at all. With the idea of not embarrassing himself, he drank more than half of the warm tea before saying, "Are you well prepared?"
Li Huanhan remained silent for a while before saying: "I..."
"Don't apologize." Jiang Yinghe is familiar with his routine. They Tianmo teach Yu Duolu to be slippery and complicated, and they always use this appearance to coax him
, "I should have recognized your true nature a long time ago. I haven't done anything good in this matter. What is not good to learn? You can learn from Qin Jun blindly. You are still a senior brother..."
Halfway through his speech, his voice was a little hoarse again. After he stopped speaking, he took another sip of tea slowly, then calmed down his tone, and said in a slightly cold voice: "...I'm so mad."
Jiang Yinghe reflected on himself deep in his heart, why he didn't teach him anything in Taoism and swordsmanship, but let him know everything in bed.
And Qin Jun, is Qin Jun still a person? There are many nonsense, the dog has no heart, he dares to do anything with his waist, he doesn't know his own depth, why let this bastard grope for two hours.
... The more I talked, the more angry I became.
Jiang Yinghe drank another sip of tea, suppressing the anger in his heart, and then thought that he once felt very hopeful to attack... As a result, life has always been so full of ups and downs.
He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Li Huanhan's attitude of admitting mistakes has always been very good, so he didn't bother to talk about him, and asked, "What about others?"
Li Huanhan took the finished teacup in his hand, warmed one again, and said, "I'm going to get the medicine."
medicine…
It was only then that Jiang Yinghe remembered that among the things Tong Guiyu had sent over, there were not many such lubricating and healing medicine bottles, and he had almost used them last time.
He didn't say anything for a while, and then he remembered to ask the sect master brother what's the matter, when he heard the sound of the Xuanmen opening.
The veil is half-opened, and there is a long screen outside. The screen is painted with the sunrise of the five mountains and the panoramic view of the mountains and rivers. This screen is usually not placed, but it was suddenly put on it in the past few days.
Qin Jun's figure was vaguely projected on the screen, and he came to him in an instant.
Jiang Yinghe watched as the other hand moved aside the veil next to him, and seeing him put the medicine bottle aside, he stretched out his hand to lift the quilt.
"do not move."
Jiang Yinghe subconsciously stopped the other party, watched Qin Jun's hand stop, and then looked at each other.
He glanced at the fusion degree which increased by one percent, then looked at the culprit in front of him, and said, "Get out, I'll do it myself."
That's what he said last time. He thought that the few people would leave obediently and obediently for a few days and not torment him in Baihe Yuyu. Unexpectedly, Qin Jun raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a very sincere tone: "Not this time."
Jiang Yinghe: "... against you?"
"It's too deep this time."
"..."
Qin Jun's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not at all embarrassed by what he was talking about.
"Master can't apply the medicine by himself."
Jiang Ying
Crane: "..."
How did he say it so affectionately, fresh and refined? What kind of soul can a great master of the world divide... No wonder there is no Taoist companion.
Who can bear this.
Jiang Yinghe took a deep breath and said, "Whose fault is this?"
"It's my disciple's." Qin Jun was kind, "shouldn't test the master's depth. Master is naturally... unfathomable."
"...do you want to be shameless?" Jiang Yinghe felt that his blood pressure was rising. "If you talk nonsense, you will lie to me. I know that evil cultivators are not good things... Hiss, my back hurts."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Huanhan beside him surrounded him from one side, hugged the master in his arms and rubbed his waist.
Too much work.
Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and pressed the twitching brows, and said, "I'll trust you next time, I might as well tell your surname the other way around... come here and apply the medicine if you don't get lost."
Qin Jun kept staring at him, rolled his Adam's apple slightly when he heard the words, and replied, "Okay."
When he lifted the quilt with his hand, the kitten beside him also leaned over to sell the fluff on his body. Although Jiang Yinghe was angry, it wasn't serious, he just felt that he couldn't handle it and was a little distressed.
He was entangled by the big tail for a while, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the fluffy tail a few times, until he felt the cold ointment touch the heel of his leg.
There were marks of redness and swelling where the barbs were rubbed.
And with a slight tingle.
Jiang Yinghe was distracted for a while, and said, "Take it easy."
When he applied the medicine, he paused suddenly, as if he remembered something from these four words, and began to put on the eye medicine calmly: "I didn't use the beast shape last night, so there is no need to use medicine here."
The cat's tail in Jiang Yinghe's hand suddenly lost its fragrance, and he let go of Fluffy silently.
The little white cat stared at Qin Jun with wide eyes, and seemed to have found the only evidence that he had a little fusion with him. He changed back into a human form, held Jiang Yinghe's five fingers with his fingers, and clasped them logically, and whispered: " Master, I was wrong, if it wasn't for Senior Brother Qin's instigation, I wouldn't have been led astray..."
The master fights, and the fragrance of tea overflows.
A mountain is higher than a mountain.
Just when Jiang Yinghe looked at the culprit in front of him and got a little angry, the re-warmed tea cup was handed over to him, and the movement of rubbing his waist became more and more gentle.
In the ear is Li Huanhan's deep and gentle voice.
"Before I told Qin Jun to take care of him, don't use the animal shape, Qin Jun didn't care, and he didn't listen."
He continued calmly: "Anyway, Chang Ye has never been obedient to him."
Changye: "You..."
He paused abruptly, and thought for half a cup of tea, but he couldn't figure it out. In terms of technology, why is he in such an indescribable place when he feels fusion
Jiang Yinghe slowly withdrew his fingers from Changye's palm, not wanting to pay too much attention to the cold and tingling sensation of applying the medicine. The moment he had this idea, he was defeated by the cold and greasy touch again.
He subconsciously raised his foot to step on Qin Jun's wrist, endured it for a while, and said: "...it hurts me."
"... In this way, no matter how you touch it, it will hurt."
"Now I know, why didn't you think of it last night." Jiang Yinghe took a soft breath and whispered, "One percent at a time, and eighty-eight percent, every time you die like this, why don't you take advantage of my illness? If you want my life, come faster."
"One percent?" Li Huanhan asked in his ear.
"It's displayed by that system, this intelligent tool can show the progress of your fusion... It hurts, Qin Jun..."
After being called by the other party's full name, Qin Jun immediately stopped, looked up at Li Huanhan, and said, "Fake tenderness?"
"It doesn't mean that you are really steady." Li Huanhan watched Jiang Yinghe's slightly frowned eyebrows, continued to rub his waist, and said: "Yesterday, Sect Master Zhou sent new life tokens and soul lamps, which need to be re-burned."
Jiang Yinghe had been absurd with them for two days, and finally heard something serious. He turned around and paused in Li Huanhan's arms, and said in a low voice, "My waist still hurts."
Li Huanhan increased his strength a little and kissed the other party's forehead.
"After the renovation, it will gradually get better."
——
Jiang Yinghe raised him for another three to five days, this time he finally made up his mind, after he stopped being easily fooled, he finally recovered and felt relaxed.
The kind of crushing that was turned over and rubbed by the truck was really tiring, tiring and painful, not something ordinary people could handle, not to mention that he had three disciples, just any one of them, Jiang Yinghe felt his head buzzing just thinking about it.
Fortunately, I was not fooled anymore.
He re-burned the soul lamp and life tablet and sent them to the main hall of Penglai. He had just returned to Qingjingya when Tong Guiyu came to visit.
According to their cultivation base and age, this Hunyuan Immortal Lord came here very frequently. As soon as he came, he put a brand-new scripture book on the table and asked, "Is it true?"
At that time, Jiang Yinghe was flipping through the book on reforging swords, and his body was filled with infinite spiritual power and ice, and he still looked as cold and indifferent as before his reincarnation.
He raised his head, looked at Tong Guiyu, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Ben told the library that I got this material from you." Tong Guiyu looked at him suspiciously, "Everyone is saying that Li Huanhan, a big brother of the Penglai School, took advantage of His master is retreating, hiding in the Baihe Yuyu Golden House...Jiao?"
Jiang Yinghe's hand pressing the corner of the book didn't move for a while, thinking of the two disciples who gave the Soul Lamp Life Plaque that day.
"But as far as I know, you didn't go to retreat elsewhere, but stayed in Qingjingya, so..." Tong Guiyu sized him up for a moment, "Li Huanhan, Feng Ping was killed?"
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "Jinwu Zangjiao, no. But... it doesn't count as a victim of reputation."
He looked away, and was about to ask Tong Guiyu about recasting. While turning the pages expressionlessly, he said in an indifferent tone: "There is a cult outside, let them go. If you eat the wrong Taoist partner, I will kill you." you."
Tong Guiyu: "...you say this with such an appearance that you are like a fairy, it makes me a little disillusioned."
Jiang Yinghe put the page he wanted to ask on the table, and said with an unchanged expression, "There are more disillusioned things. Should we talk about the serious matter before we talk about it, or should I tell you first?"
Tong Guiyu is so calm and rational, and as a hero who understands current affairs, he naturally said: "Let's talk about business first, business first..."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, pointed to a line on the page and said, "Reforging the Wangchen Sword requires many treasures of ice and snow attributes. I have tried many times in the cultivation world, but there is not enough material for me to reforge the Wangchen Sword. Forging a sword with a sword, has anyone ever practiced it?"
Tong Guiyu took the book and read it up and down for a long time. As the acting head teacher of the Hehuan Sect who collected swords and held a swords conference, with his eyesight, he could naturally see the authenticity of the above method, and answered truthfully: "Look. It doesn't look abnormal, and there is indeed hope for success. It's just that as far as I know, no one has practiced it."
Jiang Yinghe's own eyesight is also very accurate, but now that his cultivation level has not recovered, he just asked Tong Guiyu to confirm it by the way. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "It seems that I will be the first one."
Tong Guiyu said: "The first one? You have already selected the sword weapon? Recasting the Wangchen Sword can't be careless, you..."
"How about using Wuchen Sword?"
Tong Guiyu's words froze, and he got up suddenly, as if he had been greatly shocked, before he said after a long while: "That is the sword of the Sword Immortal in the Beginning?!"
Jiang Yinghe nodded as usual, and said, "It is said that the town is under the snowfield."
"Not only is the town under the snowfield, the snowfield is shaped by the Wuchen sword.
It's done..." Tong Guiyu took a deep breath, feeling that this young friend of his is worthy of being a sword cultivator. He used the half-step golden fairy sword to recast himself. This kind of sharp and outrageous aura, except for sword cultivators, is rarely dared to up.
Jiang Yinghe was very calm, and said lightly: "Maybe, I just took back my own things. If it doesn't belong to me, try it again, and then think about other things, it's not like you have buried Xue Jian Wangchen."
Tong Guiyu sighed, and said: "I wish you success, then can we talk about personal matters now, you have to tell me something indecent, so that I can relax."
"Irregular?"
Tong Guiyu looked at him helplessly, raised his hand to support his chin, and said, "Yes, I'm so depleted that if I don't listen to pornographic gossip for a day, my heart will be unstable. Hai, our Immortal Lord Xuanwei has so many grown-ups, why don't we save our immortal friends?"
Jiang Yinghe only thought he was joking, thought for a while, and said, "... Well, actually, I'm the one above."
Tong Guiyu remained silent for a long time, looked at him with far-reaching eyes, and said after a while: "What you said... is less reliable than Li Huanhan Jinwu Zangjiao."
Jiang Yinghe felt that his self-esteem had been challenged, and he was indeed the one above, so he emphasized it again in a displeased tone.
Tong Guiyu was silent again, and said for a while, "...Xiaohe, why don't you kill me."
The author has something to say: Tong Guiyu: Xiaohe, I really can't accept it...
Hehe: ... You, can't you expand your narrow thinking? !