Bai Heyu was outside the Xuanmen, He Ling raised his head sleepily and opened his eyes, and saw a few teenagers in blue disciple uniforms staying outside the door.
Among the new disciples in Penglai, most of them are from a family of cultivators. The family has been passed down since childhood, so their knowledge is wider than others. For Xianjun Xuanwei who disappeared nearly 400 years ago, he naturally also has something to say. heard.
It's just that he has been in seclusion for four hundred years, and he has only made a little movement until now. This time, head master Zhou ordered them to come and see the elders, which is indeed unprecedented.
However, although Immortal Xuanwei himself has been in retreat for many years, his disciples are quite famous in the cultivation world. When the elders of Penglai Xianmen retreated one after another, the Yingzhou faction came to provoke him once, and let Xianjun sit down. Li Huanhan pushed back with a sword.
In recent years, the rumors have become more and more outrageous. Many people say that with Li Huanhan and Qin Jun around, even if Jiang Xianjun fails to leave the customs, it will not hinder Penglai's status, and that Jiang Xianjun's closed disciple has finally come out in recent years. Show up inside the door.
A few young and vigorous young men were dressed in Taoist uniforms, with swords behind their backs, each looked at each other, and there was some tension in their expressions. Among them, the bolder and naughtier one approached first, leaned over to He Ling and asked a few words.
"He Xian'er," the young man said familiarly, "You can give us a message, and I will feed you the spiritual fruit, okay?"
He Ling glanced at him unhurriedly, then called out twice. The thick Taoist door was opened, and the inside was blocked by a long screen with the sunrise of the Five Sacred Mountains.
There is a lingering soft fragrance inside.
The juniors didn't dare to do anything wrong, but they couldn't hold back their curiosity, so they stepped forward one after another. The leader among them was about to speak when he suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of urgency and danger.
On his back, cold sweat was instantly covered, and the hair stood on end. He subconsciously searched for the source of the crisis. When his eyes shifted over, he realized that the feeling of extreme danger seemed to come from... a cat.
On the edge of the long screen of Wuyue Sunrise, there is a snow-white cat with jet-black eyes. Its whole body is covered with soft and fluffy long hair. Its tail flicks a few times, like a big broom.
The moment the eyes of one person and one cat met, all the crises seemed to disappear invisible again like an illusion.
Then, the screen was pushed away by a hand, revealing the plain Taoist robe and hem, as well as a cold and distant slight chill. Several people looked towards the edge of the screen and were all stunned.
Jiang Yinghe didn't expect this
The children came so quickly, it is estimated that the senior brother who was in charge had instructed them, so they didn't have time to carefully arrange their attire, and they showed up with only Yuguan ordinary clothes.
The clothes on his body were plain white with no decorations, only the dark lines of flowing clouds that appeared and disappeared from time to time. He held a rare jade whisk in his hand and casually put it on his arm. After he sat down, he glanced at the few people .
The juniors seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and they seemed to have just come back to their senses, trying to restrain their minds, and when they were about to ask for advice, they were stared numb by another burst of sudden hostility.
The Taoist door moved slightly, Qin Jun entered the inner room, glanced at the people wearing Penglai disciple uniforms in front of him in a little surprise, returned to Jiang Yinghe as a matter of course, and put a few books on the table.
I don't know why, everything has just begun, but there is a feeling of twists and turns and dangers.
The leading disciple swallowed hard, finally said what he wanted to say, and saw Xuanwei Xianjun nodded slightly, and said: "I heard that your sword formation is well practiced. "
This is what Brother Zhou told him. Naturally, Jiang Yinghe would not embarrass such a young junior, and was going to choose what they are best at to guide the school.
Several people immediately nodded like chickens pecking rice, and looked at him with a slightly complicated and indescribable gaze.
Although Jiang Yinghe thought it was a little strange, he didn't pay much attention to it. He glanced at the few books Jun'er had brought over, and casually asked them to practice it.
After reading the title of the book, he raised his eyes to look at the few people across from him, and was ready to concentrate on fulfilling his responsibilities as a teacher. After all, his dignity as a teacher has almost caused these unfilial obstacles to suffer, and it is rare to have such an opportunity.
Qin Jun sat beside him without saying a word, with a smile on his lips, as if he didn't mind at all. The little white cat on the side also jumped onto Jiang Yinghe's lap and buried it in his arms, as if he didn't bother to scare them.
After several people had finished the demonstration and Jiang Yinghe briefly pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of it, he heard the voices of a few juniors, as thin as mosquitoes.
"Jiang, Jiang Xianjun..."
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and heard a child blushing and asked with great courage: "Are you still accepting disciples?"
The coquettish white cat in her arms paused for a while.
Qin Jun beside him stopped drinking tea for a short while.
Countless messages flashed through Jiang Yinghe's mind. For the safety of himself and the other party, he immediately said: "This seat no longer accepts disciples, you go."
He had a premonition that something was going to happen.
Fortunately, under his timely remedy, among the younger generation of Penglai
The outstanding disciple walked out of the Qingjing Cliff intact, and was not damaged by any vinegar jar. And your own personal safety should also...
His thoughts came to an abrupt end here, seeing the opening of the Taoist door, the children who had left obediently bowed to the elder brother, but Li Huanhan turned a deaf ear to him and looked at him calmly.
... Why is he looking at me like he's seeing Hongxing go out of the wall.
Jiang Yinghe was silent for a moment, watched Li Huanhan walk in, asked something in a normal tone, and then asked about the progress of recasting the Wangchen Sword.
The calmer he was, the more Jiang Yinghe felt a subtle sense of crisis. After recounting the steps of casting the sword, he suddenly felt that the cat in his arms was mercilessly taken away by a hand.
Changye was thrown to the ground by Li Huanhan's backhand. He turned his head to look in bewilderment, and saw this celestial demon leaning over indiscriminately and kissing him forcefully, hugging the master's waist and pulling him into his arms.
There is simply no law.
Jiang Yinghe also had these words in his mind.
Is this person jealous and doesn't even speak the Basic Law? Knowing that it was just the junior of the righteous way that he met for the first time, how could he not tolerate it at all
Jiang Yinghe was forced to hug him back, pulled his collar away a little, panted unevenly, and said, "What are you crazy about?... Uh...!"
The fusion degree stopped at 12, and there was no sign of any movement. The system was silent, as if it was too familiar with this scene, and even wanted to come out and applaud.
Jiang Yinghe's lips turned red from being bitten by him, and only then did he make room for a little bit to say: "...It's the same after the purification? Are you being unreasonable..."
If Li Huanhan represents the innate true nature, it means that the Taoist companion and the Taoist ancestor before the soul splitting that he met in his previous life, he is naturally the kind of madness with a bad brain, especially when he encounters his own things. .
His lips were licked again, and then he heard the other party's suppressed breathing, and said in a low tone: "They like you."
"Do you think everyone is like you?"
Jiang Yinghe was almost speechless, and couldn't find a word to scold him, so he could only reach out to the side for help: "...Jun'er."
Qin Jun really held his hand, interlocking his cold fingers with his slender white knuckles, took him from Li Huanhan's arms very effectively, tidied up the other's messy hair, and said with a steady attitude: "Li Huanhan's words are too outrageous."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, and was about to take a breath to praise the other party, when he heard Qin Jun in front of him looking serious.
Authentic: "There are only two at most."
"..."
"The one who asked," Qin Jun leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "he must like you."
"..."
Really stabbed the nest of vinegar essence.
Only at this time, Jiang Yinghe could clearly feel that they were one person, especially at this critical moment when just thinking about it was painful, the system also popped up a wonderful integration task.
"Fusion mission 4: Perform dual cultivation and multiplayer sports with split souls, and participate in the avenue together. It can increase the degree of fusion."
Jiang Yinghe pushed his hand away and paused for a moment, recalling the pornography they made and the double cultivation cheats sent by Tong Guiyu, the words "Gongshen Dao" kept echoing in his mind.
... What kind of avenue is this.
He just paused for a while, before being carried into the screen by Qin Jun and placed on the soft couch.
Jiang Yinghe learned from his previous experience and said, "The recasting of Wangchen Sword..."
"There's no rush, you need to clear up Wuchen's vigor, and there must be a buffer period."
The few books that Qin Jun brought over were ancient books about casting, so it is not uncommon to know the process.
Jiang Yinghe was silent for a while, and then said: "People of my generation should not indulge in shortcuts in double cultivation, eager for quick success..."
"As a master, the second revision is really just a waste of time. And..."
His breath permeated over, and his tone rang from his ears in a low tone.
"It's been a long time since the last time."
Naturally, it is not considered to be indulging in double cultivation.
Jiang Yinghe was speechless. Seeing the plain Taoist robe being taken off with a single hook, he was really afraid of the feeling of being on the verge of collapse, so he held his hand subconsciously, and said, "I..."
Before he could speak, those iron-gray eyes stared at him for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Master, have you ever thought that the time we spend with you is actually not much left?"
Jiang Yinghe stopped talking, looked at him blankly, and was kissed by Qin Jun again, and continued: "After the fusion, there will be no... chance for me to hold you alone."
Jiang Yinghe's heartstrings seemed to be twitched by the other party's touch, and he felt a hint of secret sentimentality in the process of fusion.
Qin Jun lowered his head and approached, his cold lips touched the base of his ear, his voice was close at hand.
"We still don't know what will happen after the fusion, and we don't know when it will be completely integrated."
Jiang Yinghe's ears felt hot, he was completely moved by this sentence
.
"Jealousy is an excuse," Qin Jun said, "I want you to see me more."
... Who can bear this.
Jiang Yinghe couldn't even say a word of refusal, let the other party unbutton his underwear, raised his hand and kissed his lips.
——
But it turns out that Qin Jun has too many routines.
What kind of dog is he.
That night, Jiang Yinghe cried for a long time without trying to figure out where he was in his head, and how he logically took out the messy things Tong Guiyu gave him.
When he got up from the bed, he must kill Tong first.
Jiang Yinghe suppressed his voice and buried himself on the bed without speaking. His palms were all sweaty and wet, and he couldn't grasp anything. When he subconsciously grasped the mattress, even his frosty knuckles were tense.
Afterwards, this hand was covered by the other hand, covering the tooth marks on the edge of the joints, and the fingers were gathered back and pressed against the pillow.
He couldn't take it anymore, bit his lips with tooth marks, and was coaxed by Li Huanhan to let go, saying that if he tried harder, the bite would break.
But why didn't he know that he couldn't exert more force
It wasn't until he was cushioned by a big tail that he remembered that his little apprentice was still human so far, so he raised his arms and hugged Chang Ye, listening to Chang Ye coaxing him obediently and gently in his ear.
Jiang Yinghe lay on his shoulders, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could speak, he heard a familiar young voice suddenly coming from outside the quiet cliff under the cold night.
"...Jiang Xianjun?"
From inside the White Crane Yuyu, one could hear the outside voices. At this time, the crane spirit probably had already rested, and the current cultivation of the younger generation could not pose any threat, so naturally it did not wake up the gatekeeper spirit beast.
Jiang Yinghe's drowsy mind went blank for an instant, and he regained consciousness.
"... This disciple knows that Senior Brother Chang Ye is your closed disciple." The child seemed to be leaning against the door, his voice was very close, but he was depressed.
"It's not that the disciples go and come back because they are unwilling, but I just hope that Xianjun can encourage the younger generation. I have an elder brother. His talent and disposition are better than mine in every way. For so many years, I have always felt... I..." He After a pause, he said again: "But I heard that Xianjun, you don't pay much attention to talent in accepting apprentices..."
Not only did Jiang Yinghe wake up, but even the other party's movements stopped. Amidst the permeating fragrance, there was a brief moment of silence.
Afterwards, Chang Ye beside him leaned over and rubbed a few times, his magnificent and handsome face was full of tears.
It was a smile, and whispered: "This is all an excuse."
"… Um?"
"He's just trying to do something wrong."
... This sentence sounds a little familiar.
Chang Ye looked at him with bright eyes, and kissed him lightly: "Master, reject him quickly."
Chang Ye's attitude is obviously so well-behaved, but Jiang Yinghe always feels... His posture, as if if he refuses for a second, he will be tossed on the bed by this little beast for several days.
He belatedly realized that although he felt exhausted every time he practiced double cultivation, Changye, as an ancient big monster, had never released a complete prototype, nor had he had intercourse in the way of a monster clan. ... It is estimated that ... it may be ... I haven't had much fun.
At this moment, Qin Jun clasped his hand with his fingers, moved slowly towards his wrist, and said at the same time: "Maybe Master is not satisfied with you, a closed disciple, and wants to find another... find another good one." only."
This is the reincarnation of the vinegar spirit who has words in his words.
These words didn't anger Chang Ye, but Jiang Yinghe's back was sore from Li Huanhan. He frowned forbearance, clenched Chang Ye's clothes, and kicked Li Huanhan, but unfortunately, the other party grabbed his ankle. Half lethal.
"Luck." Li Huanhan didn't seem to care about it, "Crossing Du Ling, don't hold back..."
"... Be a fucking human being, give me a little light..."
The author has something to say: the softer you are, the easier it is to be dragged to bed!
You should be lucky that Mama only knows how to drive a bicycle, otherwise you will be told, and then talked, and then talked again, you know what I mean? (whispers)