When Jiang Yinghe saw Changye the next day, he was wearing a black half-face mask, half of the spirit seal on his forehead was covered. The exposed half of the face is handsome and gorgeous, like a bright and dazzling peony.
The black-haired boy obediently packed up the package, stood at the door of the inn, and waited for the master. He had no complaints about the walking distance in the past few months, and he didn't ask why.
Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart: He is obedient and sweet, how can the little apprentice he met be so nice.
He took a look at the system display, saw that the third gray slot was finally unlocked, and was one step closer to home, so he felt better, and stretched out his hand to hold Changye's hand.
Chang Ye turned his head and called out "Master", then turned his gaze to look at the frosty white and slightly cold hands of the other party.
It was early morning at this moment, the sun was shining brightly behind him, and beside him was a faintly scented fragrance. Chang Ye was like a little beast just waking up, engraving the other party's breath in his mind.
Four months later, Dongzhou Penglai.
The closer you get to Penglaipai, the more deserted you get. The surrounding mountains rise one after another, and the bells are beautiful, until I saw a stele standing on the mountain, as if flying over, with a deep engraved sentence "Panasia asks the boy".
Cross the stele and enter the boundary of Penglai. Under an ancient pine tree, a young boy in green clothes was sitting on a rock, when he saw Jiang Yinghe, he quickly got up and saluted him, saying: "Congratulations to Xianjun for leaving the customs, the head of Zhou had a premonition a few days ago, Let me wait for you. This is...?"
Chang Ye seems to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he is tall, not to mention that it is often difficult to determine the age of a cultivator from the appearance alone.
"It's my little apprentice." Jiang Yinghe briefly introduced, lowered his hand and pressed Changye's shoulder comfortingly, and led him through the formation of Penglai Mountain Gate.
After stepping over the formation, the scene in front of him changed suddenly. Changye's hand holding Jiang Yinghe suddenly tightened, and he slowly let go after he realized it.
Jiang Yinghe intended to let him get used to it, so he led Changye back to Qingjingya while teaching him the way. All the disciples met along the way bowed and saluted to congratulate him. The news that Xuanwei Xianjun brought a little apprentice with him when he left the customs quickly spread throughout Penglai.
Everything on the Qingjing Cliff is as before, and the few crane spirits are raised to rest by the Xuanmen. Jiang Yinghe had just opened the door of Baihe Yuyu when he noticed something. He raised his eyes and saw Junior Brother Xiaoyun sitting beside the Hanging Sword Terrace with a sad face.
The appearance of Junior Brother Xiaoyun
His appearance was a little different from a hundred years ago, his black hair was dotted with a few strands of silver, as if he had spent a lot of effort recently.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows slightly: "Junior brother, you..."
As soon as the voice sounded, Yun Buxiu found out that he was back, first he was stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards him: "Ah, Senior Brother!!!! My life is so miserable—"
Jiang Yinghe didn't change his face, he skillfully reached out to grab his back collar, hung him in mid-air, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Junior brother Xiaoyun was picked up by him, and was hit again, sighed deeply: "Brother, Li Huanhan and Qin Jun have both broken through the Nascent Soul."
Even Jiang Yinghe was shocked for a moment when he heard it, he frowned: "So fast."
Before he retreated, he left a bottle of Dao body blood for Jun'er, but he didn't expect that when Du Jie came back, he was already conceived.
"More than that!" Yun Buxiu was indignant, "The two of them are always not staying in Penglai. Your eldest apprentice practiced every day, and when he came back, he piled treasures at Qingjing Cliff. The second apprentice went down the mountain to kill demons and demons. A few days ago, he killed a sea dragon. , put the dragon ball in your room as a lamp! I feel more and more that my identity as a little uncle has been deeply buried by insults and suffered a huge blow... Eh, who is this?"
Yun Buxiu looked at Chang Ye, who was wearing a half-face mask, and then at his cold and handsome Gaoling Zhihua senior brother, and asked with difficulty: "This is... yours..."
"My little apprentice." Jiang Yinghe let go of his hand, and turned to stroke Chang Ye's black hair, "I brought it back from the ice field."
Yun Buxiu patted the non-existent dust on the white clothes, looked at this "little apprentice", and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"... Brother."
Jiang Yinghe: "Huh?"
"I counted the days with my fingers, and it seems that Li Huanhan should be back."
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Junior Brother Xiaoyun using the escape method like lightning, turning into a ray of light and leaving the scene quickly. He didn't think for a long time that there was any reason to escape.
Huan Han is gentle and friendly, caring for fellow students, and often discusses with his juniors and gives advice, and does his best without leaving any room for him. For Chang Ye, this is a good thing.
Just as Jiang Yinghe was thinking, Changye beside him suddenly felt a strong killing intent, the kind of killing intent that could send chills down his spine.
Changye turned his head and glanced at the direction of Xuanmen. At this moment, a blood-colored long sword suddenly rushed in from outside Xuanmen, carrying the terrifying aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, shaking the air out of the sword. Ming, followed by a clang, inserted into the
In front of Changye, the violence and evil spirit entangled in that sword can almost make it called a monster.
But Changye knew that this sword had been camouflaged. In Jiang Yinghe's eyes, it definitely didn't look like this, otherwise, based on his understanding of Jiang Yinghe's character these days, this blood sword would never have appeared on Qingjingya.
He raised his eyes, and saw a red-eyed man in black clothes appearing in front of him, his eyes stayed on the master, as if he never saw himself.
Only during the conversation with Jiang Yinghe, would this monster with blood-red eyes turn its head and glance over with a gaze mixed with murderous intent, cruelty, and endless jealousy.
Like magma rolling and winding under the ice.
Long Ye's Adam's apple tightened, and the soul revived from another life slowly opened his eyes in his body, revealing the look of an ancient ferocious beast—
He smiled at this monster that concealed its true nature.
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On the night Jiang Yinghe came back, it rained heavily on Qingjingya.
It's been a hundred years, and Huan Han's temperament still hasn't changed. He took Chang Ye to his new residence full of love and care. Now that Chang Ye has entered the Taoist sect, it's time to learn to be independent and practice hard.
It was raining heavily at night, and it was a little drowsy to hear it. Jiang Yinghe took out the scripts of the cultivation world that he had collected over the years from the magical storage device, and began to revisit it for the third time.
There is no way, he hasn't bought periodicals for nearly a hundred years, so he can only read the ones he has read before. Without mobile phone, computer and Internet, life in the cultivation world is just such a way of cultivating body and mind.
Just as Jiang Yinghe glanced at it, he saw another newly opened book next to the jade table. He took it over curiously and glanced at it. Thinking that it must be the clouds falling endlessly, he flipped back to the cover and glanced at the title of the book.
"The Days I Was Doted On by Three Big Bosses in the Realm of Cultivation"
... This style of painting is a little familiar.
Jiang Yinghe turned to the first page with a little bit of bewilderment, and the system that had been silent all this time suddenly lit up, and a slightly excited voice came out through a synthetic voice: "Yes, that's the smell!"
Jiang Yinghe choked for a moment, and asked, "Do you all have this taste in reading?"
System: "... Then what do you want to watch? Online education? How to become a good teacher?"
Jiang Yinghe pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "If it's useful, I really want to take a look."
He stretched out his hand and flipped through the book roughly. It contained a lingering love story. He didn't expect that Yun Bubu's hobbies were so unified with the girls he knew on Earth. Could this be the true style of painting in the world of cultivation
Jiang Ying
Crane turned the pages while thinking, but stopped on the last page.
The last page of the blue thread-bound book is written with a spirit ball pen, the color is red gold, and there is a line of big characters on it: List of Heroes in the Cultivation World for a Century.
This last page is folded and counts backwards from the last position. Jiang Yinghe knew it well, first looked at a few people, then opened the folder inside to find his apprentice.
Breaking through Nascent Soul in such a short period of time, this kind of peerless genius will definitely exist in this small book, and it will be very high, maybe it will be the top three...
With a little excitement and anticipation, Jiang Yinghe unfolded to the innermost page. As expected, he saw the names of Li Huanhan and Qin Jun. Li Huanhan was the second and Qin Jun was the fifth, and the names were written in black pen I traced it again.
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and saw Li Huanhan's name written in small characters: Master Xuanwei Xianjun, Yuanying Dzogchen, peerless genius. Indifference to life and death, no kindness. The body of the demon has nothing to do with the Dao, so the ranking is lowered.
Jiang Yinghe felt a chill in his heart, and looked at this comment quietly, his eyes stopped on the sentence "the body of a demon, has no destiny with the Dao", and then slowly moved his eyes away, looking at Qin Jun's comment.
On the other side of Qin Jun is written: Master Xuanwei Xianjun, late Yuanying, peerless genius. In extreme situations, Yi Jian takes a slanted front, arrogant and conceited, arrogant, ghostly, fragile, mostly damaged in the middle stage, and has no chance with the Dao, so he is downgraded.
Jiang Yinghe's mood was completely different from when he just discovered it. He closed the book, let out a deep breath, and then whispered: "...such talent, such diligence, why can't such a talent be destined for the Dao?"
He raised his eyes, looked out of the window, and suddenly heard the sound of light footsteps in the night rain.
There was a sound at the Xuanmen, and a slightly wet young figure appeared.
Chang Ye stood by the Xuanmen, his black hair was a little damp, and he looked at Jiang Yinghe with bright eyes.
It was like every cold night on the way back to Penglai. The boy took off his coat which was soaked by raindrops, climbed onto the bed, and got into the master's quilt.
"Long night," Jiang Yinghe said helplessly, "I can't sleep with Master anymore."
The ball in the quilt squirmed twice, and then emerged from Jiang Yinghe's arms. The little boy's eyes were black and shiny, with a hint of pitiful pleading.
"Master, I'm still a little scared." Chang Ye blinked, "And Senior Brother Li is so scary."
Jiang Yinghe stroked his hair, thinking of the world's prejudice against the body of the demon, sighed and said: "Actually, Huanhan has a very good personality, so don't pay too much attention to the surface."
Changye looked at Jiang Yinghe and said this, and had a new guess about the monster's plan—this demon cultivator could not be trying to trick him into forming a Taoist partner, using people as furnaces...
His thinking coincides with Qin Jun's strangely, and there is only extremely bad mutual speculation between them.
Changye stretched out his hand, revealing the sword wound on his arm, and said aggrievedly: "Master, Senior Brother Li hurts so much from beating someone, can you show me..."
His eyes are bright and frank, like a lake full of innocence and purity.