Jiang Yinghe put down the book.
There was a little snow in early winter, and the top of Qingjing Cliff was also covered with white, but there were few disciples, and no one cleaned it, just waiting for it to let the ice melt and snow melt naturally.
When the crane's spirit hummed in a low voice, Jiang Yinghe had just put the book back, and heard a clear knock on the door outside, and the words of a letter to the disciples of Penglai.
He responded casually, and the mysterious door opened immediately, revealing most of the indoor scene. The long screen in the middle that divides the inside and outside blocks the sight of visitors, and only smells the incense.
The painting on the screen is so grand that it feels as if it is in front of your eyes. The sunlight penetrates into the Immortal Mansion, illuminating the corner of the snow-white Taoist robe on one side of the screen.
The messenger subconsciously held his breath and concentrated on seeing a figure stepping out from behind the screen. He was stunned for a moment and stayed there for half a second before he said hastily: "I have met Immortal Xuanwei, and this item was submitted by the Hehuan Sect. Jun participated in the succession ceremony of the new head teacher of his sect."
Jiang Yinghe took the invitation and the books below, glanced at the seal of spiritual consciousness on the invitation, opened it casually, and said calmly: "The new head teacher?"
Even Tong Guiyu is only in charge on his behalf. The real suzerain of Hehuan Sect is still in retreat. Even if someone is arranged to succeed him, the name he gets is only "substitute head teacher".
The disciple who sent the letter hesitated for a moment, and organized his speech to report back: "The suzerain of the Hehuan sect has been in seclusion for more than six hundred years, and the matter of his fall has only been made public recently. It is said that the suzerain has fallen for nearly three hundred years."
Jiang Yinghe paused slightly with his finger holding the invitation, remembering Tong Guiyu's expression when talking to him before, and continued to ask, "Why didn't you say it before?"
"The Hehuan Sect said to the outside world that the suzerain was in such a difficult situation because of helping Tong Xianjun. It would shake his heart to say that he fell..."
"absurd."
Jiang Yinghe's gaze fell on the handwriting on the invitation card, his brows felt cold, his starry eyes twinkled, and his words were clear and clear with a little emotion.
"He is the avenue of joy, not the avenue of life and death. If he is so easily shaken, what is he doing in this world?"
In the middle of his speech, he just remembered that Tong Guiyu had indeed shaken his Dao heart for others, and his brows twitched.
"Suppressing this news is just waiting for an opportunity to catch people off guard."
Jiang Yinghe stopped talking, turned to glance at the junior in front of him, and said, "Please come here, go back."
The next moment, He Ling understands his mind, and the Xuanmen is closed, leaving only a stone tablet with a white crane and jade space, and a white crane and a pine tree in front of the door.
The disciple of Chuanxin stood in front of the door blankly, his mind kept echoing
Saying the words "please come here", I can taste a lingering tenderness from the absolute loneliness in Jiang Xianjun's body.
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The succession of the suzerain is a big occasion, and the superficial words of this invitation will definitely include the words Penglai faction to show respect, but in Penglai's current situation, only Jiang Yinghe can go.
Senior Sister Yan is in charge of the sect and will not leave Penglai easily. And as Jiang Yinghe Cave Void Realm Immortal, no matter what the occasion is, it is enough.
After five hundred years, Jiang Yinghe represented the sect in the Hehuan Sect for the second time since the last Sword Weapons Conference. This time it was not a competition, but the form was still very grand. The leaders among generations of disciples would all go to participate. Followed by Xianjun Xuanwei.
The furnishings in the flying chariot of the magic weapon are all the same, unchanged for a hundred years, followed by Penglai's white cloud boat, carrying Penglai disciples and congratulatory gifts on it, it is indeed a rare grand occasion.
Inside the flying chariot, Jiang Yinghe looked again at the few books that came with the invitation that day, and confirmed that these were completely... the scripts from Lanling Bookstore.
"The Domineering Apprentice Falls in Love with Me", "The Days with the Master in the Secret Room"... Hey, there are also serialized ISBNs, which are categorized and very clear.
Jiang Yinghe flipped through a few pages, not knowing what he meant by sending this so-called message, until he turned to the "Testimonials" at the back of the book.
"My junior, Wang Mengzhou, pays homage to the immortal. Because when the master taught the junior, he once said that the immortal loved it, so he offered it accordingly. The junior is one of the main writers of the Lanling Bookstore. If the immortal wants to teach and give advice, the junior will respectfully wait at the sect. .”
Wang Mengzhou... Isn't this Tong Guiyu's successor
If you don't learn well at a young age, you just write this kind of anti-pornography and anti-illegal crimes in the library? How did Tong Guiyu teach people...
Jiang Yinghe's thoughts were cut off here, and then he comforted himself that people in the cultivation world are sensible early, and one or two hundred years old is not too young, so he barely stopped condemning his friend.
Just as he was thinking about the pages of the book, the little cat who was sharpening its paws slowly moved over and blocked the book with a flick of its fluffy tail.
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and pushed aside the big tail that was covering the handwriting. After reading a word, he saw those soft and white cat's claws approaching and pressing firmly on the book.
... Is this a fight for favor
He was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and pushed the kitten's paw away.
Afterwards, not only the tail and paws, but also Chang Ye's whole cat lay on it, looking at it with round black eyes, it was as innocent as if it hadn't done anything.
"You?" Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows slightly, "Claws are not easy to sharpen,
Or is the dried fish not tasty? "
Naturally, Changye is not the kind of superficial cat who will give in for Xiaoyugan. In his eyes, sleeping in the arms of the master is more important than anything, so he stretched out his claws and reluctantly hooked Jiang Yinghe around the outside of his Taoist robe. The skirt of the shirt.
Jiang Yinghe looked down, and saw that the pad stretched and stretched, tightened the skirt of the Taoist uniform, and then fell into his arms lightly and standardly with force.
With its head down, the cat arched back and forth in his arms, then hooked his hand with its fluffy tail, winked at Jiang Yinghe seductively, and was covered in the fragrance of a green tea cat.
but…
He is so cute.
Jiang Yinghe's will was shaken, he put down the notebook in his hand, withdrew his hand and gently stroked the kitten in his arms, and then he was pressed against by the cute little fangs, and rubbed it sweetly a few times.
... See how little Huangwen is so cool to masturbate.
Jiang Yinghe immediately recognized the target, pinched the big tail and kneaded it back and forth, from the tip of the tail to the root of the tail, completely unaware that the white cat in his arms twitched its pointed ears, and stuck out its tongue to lick him.
The next moment, everything turned upside down. The white cat who was lying obediently in his arms turned back into a boy in red, and pressed him on the seat with one hand, hugging him tightly.
Before Jiang Yinghe could speak, he was stared at by a pair of moist black eyes. The other party's appearance was magnificent and handsome, and there was a savory fragrance in his breath, but his expression was innocent, with a pitiful innocence sense of the world.
Jiang Yinghe was suddenly taken aback by this face, and even forgot what he wanted to say, and heard Chang Ye's low and aggrieved words.
"Master only likes cats, not Ye'er."
Where is this wronged? Jiang Yinghe didn't quite understand the logic of jealousy, and said softly, "How can I not like you?"
Chang Ye approached and said with a serious expression: "Master is always shy, or becomes angry from embarrassment, and always kicks me off the bed. But..."
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "I am furious? Didn't you know what you were doing at that time? Get out of the way, don't press me down."
It's okay if he didn't say anything, but after saying this, Chang Ye seemed to be even more confused, leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice: "But Master just touched Ye'er."
Jiang Yinghe was touched by his soft lips, and the melodious tone was submerged again. Even if he had some thoughts of refusal, he couldn't say it for a while.
"Isn't Master responsible for me?" Chang Ye could still continue to speak solemnly, "Ye'er is already emotional."
"I don't know, where are you
Can't touch. This is clearly your excuse. "
Before Jiang Yinghe could say anything more, the little bastard in front of him sealed his lips and tightened his waist.
Chang Ye's body was permeated with a beautiful fragrance, permeating into Jiang Yinghe's whole body, it was a feeling of hibiscus and crabapple blooming to the extreme, blooming in a precarious posture, as if the soft and overripe juice would be poured out in the next moment.
This kind of breath made Jiang Yinghe go astray. He was slightly pressed against his chest, feeling a slight suffocation, but the other party was very gentle. There was only blending, unity, and mutual compromise, only gradually consistent breathing frequency and rhythm, and the long night. When she lowered her eyes, she had slender black eyelashes.
Until he parted his lips and said in a low voice: "Does Master like me a little more..."
It was really hard for Jiang Yinghe not to nod.
The tighter he was hugged, the more he could feel Chang Ye's almost childlike possessiveness, but the deeper he kissed, the more he could feel how much he cherished the other party's innocence. and fear.
He tried his best to make his impression better in Master's heart, and to make Jiang Yinghe like him one step closer.
Just as Chang Ye's big tail moved over and hooked his waist, the door outside the flying chariot rang suddenly, shaking a bead curtain and shaking.
"Tsk, you are indeed a junior brother."
Qin Jun stopped moving, and while speaking, he curled the corner of his lower lip, revealing a smirk.
He walked into the room, took a few glances at the half-read books on the case, and straightened the pens, inks, papers and inkstones that had been crooked by Chang Ye, and then turned his eyes to the cat's tail and ears, as if I feel that this method of fighting for favor is very despicable.
But the evil spirit didn't seem to notice it, and his thoughts were also not very noble.
"Then this time, can I say... that those who see it have a share?"
Jiang Yinghe was a little distracted at first, but as soon as he said these words, all the charming emotions in his mind were swept away, and there was only "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, poor people can't accept it."
He pushed Chang Ye away, sat in the same place and straightened his clothes, and said, "No part...how did you come in?"
Qin Jun glanced at the junior brother next to him, and said: "Li Huanhan said that once a monster is in heat, it doesn't care about the location and occasion. If the disciples who are with you hear something, it will damage the reputation of the master and let the master know what to do. I'll come in...um, supervisor."
Although Jiang Yinghe didn't care about Qing Yu's reputation or not, but thinking about it now, he felt that this occasion was indeed incomplete, so he nodded.
Seeing him nodding, Qin Jun grabbed Chang Ye's back collar very smoothly, and said with a smile, "Come on,
Junior brother, let's share our feelings. "
Changye didn't need to think about it, but he knew that Qin Jun must have done it on purpose, starting from the sentence "the one who sees has a share", every sentence this person said was a conspiracy trap, dragging himself farther and farther away from the master.
He was grabbed by the collar by Qin Jun, and he didn't shake it until he left the chariot. When he looked up, he saw Li Huanhan standing in front of the white crane flying chariot, and asked calmly and casually, "Stop it?"
This sentence was said to Qin Jun.
Li Huanhan didn't wait for an answer, but turned his head and continued: "I still have something to do in the Hehuan Sect. Instead of bullying Master, why not exchange feelings?"
... From the beginning, they exchanged feelings in Qingjingya, which was to discuss and give advice on the surface, but in reality they fought to the death.
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