The main hall of Penglai Xianmen.
Zhou Zhengping was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a snow-white dust whisk on his arm, he turned his head to the person beside him and said, "Junior Brother Yun has sent a message that he will be back today, which coincides with the time you have chosen, so you can rest assured..."
Jiang Yinghe asked, "Is he here today?"
Zhou Zhengping knew what was going on in his heart, and comforted him: "Junior Brother Xiaoyun showed his love to you back then, but he was cast by a mantra from the Heavenly Demon Cult. Now that he is a Daoist Yuanshen, that thing should have failed long ago, so you don't have to worry too much. .”
Hundreds of years have passed since that incident, Jiang Yinghe just asked a normal question, but when the senior brother in charge reminded him, he remembered it instead. He felt a chill behind him for no reason, and before he could speak, he felt the shock of the outside The light waves of Taoism and spiritual power, the light waves entered the main hall accompanied by a white ray of light—
Then he crashed into Jiang Yinghe's arms with a bang.
"Senior brother! I'm here, I'm here, I've survived the catastrophe and flew here!"
Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hands to pinch the back collar of his junior brother expressionlessly, lifted Yun Buxiu up, and asked calmly, "Is the foundation still solid?"
Yun Buxiu had black eyes and black hair, and was dressed in snow-white clothes similar to Jiang Yinghe's, but he didn't have the aloofness and coldness of a thousand-year-old sword cultivator.
"Steady and steady, there is nothing wrong with it! Senior brother, I miss you so much—" I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, but this person is still the same as before the retreat, stretching his neck and rubbing against Jiang Yinghe's arms, exhausting the rights of a junior brother. "Brother! You smell so good..."
Zhou Zhengping coughed lightly in disbelief, and before he could say "Cheng He Ding Tong", he saw Jiang Yinghe's face cool down little by little from calm.
The words he pressed into his throat took a sharp turn: "Leave me..."
Peng!
The snow-white shadow that was still in Junior Brother Jiang's arms just now, like a kite with a broken string or a butterfly with broken wings, was overturned gracefully and full of power, and flew from the walls of the main hall until it got stuck in the ground outside the main hall. , smashed into a depth of more than ten meters.
Zhou Zhengping: "... show mercy..."
Jiang Ying's Hemei Peak didn't move, and the corners of his clothes were not messed up, and said, "Senior brother, the head of the sect."
Zhou Zhengping said with a tired face: "It seems that this spell is very powerful and still effective. It doesn't matter if Junior Brother Xiaoyun is missing arms or legs. Don't knock him down just after he passed the realm of thunder..."
Jiang Yinghe took a sip of tea: "That's just pretending."
"Huh? Pretending?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't reply, but looked at the ground in front of his feet, and gently let the
Put down the teacup.
The thick bottom of the cup made a "ding" sound on the table.
At the same time, the ground of the main hall, which was originally quiet as usual, was torn apart, and a snow-white figure rushed to the front with a sword light, folding thousands of brilliance in all directions, and then suddenly converged into a snow-colored edge, approaching the door.
In the blink of an eye, there was a sound of ice and snow colliding with meteorite in the air, and this sharp edge was swept down by another ice-like snow sword with a backhand. Chen Jian's cold light swept out more than ten meters, half kneeling in the center of the main hall.
His black hair was tightly tied, and his white clothes were not stained with dust. He cupped his fists and saluted, "Thank you for your enlightenment, senior brother."
At this moment, the ripples on the water surface of the tea cup in Jiang Yinghe's hand had just stopped, and everything was completely silent.
The Wangchen Sword only appeared for a moment, then disappeared in Jiang Yinghe's hands and was incorporated into his Taoist body. But Yun Buxiu still saw the mirror stone full of aura on the Wangchen Sword.
"Jian Zhui'er?" Yun Buxiu got up and approached, and asked suddenly, "Could it be that senior brother has a Taoist companion?"
Zhou Zhengping was not a sword cultivator, and he couldn't see what the two of them gave advice, he explained: "It was a gift from Junior Brother Jiang's disciples, isn't this kind of master-student relationship more precious than a gift from a Taoist couple? "
Yun Buxiu nodded first, then was stunned for a moment: "Apprentice?"
Jiang Yinghe said: "This time I'm going to retreat in the snow field, since you come out, you can help me take care of them."
Yun Buxiu sat down in the seat where the two of them lowered their heads, performed Taoism towards the torn apart ground, and agreed without any pressure: "It's just to watch the children."
Jiang Yinghe thought about it carefully, and felt that although his two backgrounds in Qingjingya were pitiful and small, but they practiced diligently, they were both good children, so he nodded in agreement.
Zhou Zhengping on the side: "...just children who fight and cut mountains."
Yun Buxiu's face froze: "Cutting what?"
Just as Jiang Yinghe was about to explain that it was pointing, he heard the elder brother who was the head of the sect beside him say quietly: "If you go, you may be cut."
Cloud endlessly: "..."
——
When Jiang Yinghe left the Penglai Sect, all the Penglai disciples didn't notice, only Li Huanhan's heart skipped a beat.
He could feel the breath of the cold jade mirror stone go away.
When Li Huanhan opened his eyes, there was the sound of pattering rain outside, and his breath left on the cold jade mirror stone became weaker and weaker.
There are many residences in Qingjingya. Jiang Yinghe's fairy mansion is called "Baihe Yuyu", and there are several white crane spirit beasts with spirituality outside the Xuanmen. And Li also
Han and Qin Jun do not live together.
Sitting by the bed, Li Huanhan first cast a sound-proof spell, then looked down at the palm of his hand. Where the pair of blood eyes touched, strong devilish energy flowed out from the palm lines, and then shrank and compressed together, showing a blood-like brilliance in the palm of his hand. A blood-red eye emerged from the palm of his hand. The flesh and blood split open, turning up and down, left and right.
The blood-red eyes trembled and screamed violently: "Ah! Let me go! Let me go! Blood River Demon Lord! Why am I still on you... You are not dead yet!"
Li Huanhan's expression was stern, and he didn't respond to the magic sound piercing his ears: "Find someone for me."
The blood-red eyes rolled a few more times, the screaming stopped abruptly, and the tone was soft and authentic: "Who is the Lord looking for? Need to feed the blood shadow with fresh flesh..."
Its voice stopped abruptly, its eyeballs blinked quickly, and it tremblingly watched Li Huanhan stretch out his other hand, as if he wanted to pick it out.
"Ahh! Blood River! You can't do this!! Don't! Don't! We are one! We are one! Ahh, Li Huanhan!"
Just when Li Huanhan's finger stuck into the bloody eyeball, it screamed suddenly and shouted: "Don't want anything! Don't want anything! Who are you looking for?!"
"Xuanwei Xianjun," Li Huanhan said without changing his tone, "Jiang Yinghe."
The blood-colored eyes looked at him sadly for a few times, and then closed them. After a few breaths, they opened them again and said, "In the Extreme North Cold Continent, the destination seems to be... a snowy field?"
"Xueyuan..." Li Huanhan moved his bright red eyes to one side, pondered for a moment, and then dispelled his devilish energy.
"Hurry back to the blood pool, hurry back!" Xueying continued, "That fairy can just be a furnace! His physique is pure, and this time, His Majesty will definitely be able to ascend together..."
After the demonic energy dissipated, the bloody eyes screamed and disappeared into Li Huanhan's palm.
He turned his head, stretched out his hand to withdraw the sound insulation technique, glanced at the roof of the residence, and said in a cold voice, "Aren't you coming down yet?"
The originally intact roof shattered into a hole. Qin Jun with long gray hair was sitting by the hole, with a silver-gray Zhanyun sword resting on his lap, he propped his face and said, "There are eyeballs in the palm of your hand, tsk!" Tsk tsk, absolutely, let me think about it... what did it call you just now?"
Li Huanhan glanced at him, felt itchy palms, and for the first time curled his lower lip at someone other than Jiang Yinghe, making people feel cold from the inside out.
"Qin Jun," he said, "I advise you to leave the Penglai faction as soon as possible.
"
Qin Jun narrowed his eyes, followed by a smile: "I want to warn you that too."
Li Huanhan stretched out his hand, and the blood-colored long sword took shape in his palm, exuding an extremely strong killing intent, but the person who was targeted by this killing intent stretched out his hand and twisted his wrist indifferently. There was a crunching sound of bones colliding.
The evil spirit licked its lips, revealing its long-hidden, terrifying fangs.
——
On the first day Yun Buxiu returned to Penglai, Senior Brother Jiang went to the snowfield for retreat, and he, with the mission of taking care of the "children", came to Qingjingya.
The crane spirits outside the "White Crane Yuyu" are all asleep, the drizzle is heavy, and there is a beautiful atmosphere everywhere, and it is impossible to see that the Qingjing Cliff has been cut down.
Yun Buxiu stood on the peak of Qingjing Cliff, overlooking Penglai, took a deep breath of air, and felt extremely satisfied. Just as he was seriously preparing to take a look at Brother Jiang's disciple, the rock under his feet suddenly trembled.
Cloud endlessly: ...
Then in the blink of an eye, a blood-colored light flashed, and the peak of Qingjingya Mountain was cut off by the sword energy and fell down with a snap.
Cloud endlessly:! ! !
Junior Brother Xiaoyun rolled down along with the shaved mountain peak, barely turning into a ray of light in mid-air, and stood firm in the valley. He looked up and saw a gray-haired young man full of ghostly aura holding a long sword , blocked the bloody light that cut off the mountain peak under the sword, and smiled evilly while drawing the sword.
"You are not enough to teach me? Master, brother."
The two words "senior brother" were still clearly pronounced, and they paused deliberately, which sounded extremely malicious, even with a hint of arrogance.
"Teach me?" The other person had black-haired blood eyes, a cold and violent aura, and there seemed to be a trace of liquid flowing on the blood sword, "You are not worthy of my advice."
The ghost energy is rampant while the devil energy is raging. It is reasonable to say that the Penglai faction should have noticed this kind of battle long ago, but there is no known magic arrangement around here.
He stared blankly for a while, reached out and brushed off the non-existent dust, before he could fully understand what was going on in his mind, then he saw the man in black with black hair turn his head, bloody His eyes were like a whirlpool, staring straight at him.
On the other side, the gray-haired young man followed his gaze and looked over. The gazes of the two were strangely focused on Yun Buxiu.
The confrontation in front of them came to an abrupt end.
"What do you want to do?" Qin Jun asked suddenly.
Li Huanhan withdrew his gaze indifferently: "Kill."
Qin Jun touched his chin and rubbed it for a while: "It's not very good, what do you say when the master comes back, let's wash the memory."
Li Huanhan frowned in disgust: "Then you come."
Cloud endlessly: "..."
My senior brother, what kind of apprentices have I accepted! ! !