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After escaping, Jiang Han was panting like a cow, all the excitement and fear were mixed together, making his heart beat violently, as if it was about to come out of his throat, he was about to nod in agreement, but the tone of the master was casual, as if But just kidding, how dare he nod and reveal his true intentions
His heart fluttered because of his words, all his restraint and etiquette collapsed in an instant, and he was thrown into chaos. Maybe not see his mind as a scourge
And indeed, Helang's question was not meant to be a joke, but just asking about his thoughts.
After getting along day and night, it is impossible for him not to be aware of Tuer's extraordinary dependence on him, and the ardor he stares at him, all of which are also taken into his eyes.
He has experienced several worlds, and he may not be able to see his hazy heart clearly, but he thinks that since Jiang Hanzheng still chooses to escape at this time, it proves that he has not yet strengthened his heart.
In this way, he still has room to turn back on this road. Although he does not reject Jiang Hanzheng's intentions, but with the status of a master, he cannot take the initiative to respond.
Although it is not that there are no same-sex Taoist couples in the world of cultivating immortals, but after all, they are rare among the few, and people will always regard a few people as aliens. Jiang Hanzheng suffered too many gossips when he was young, and He Lang naturally didn't want to do it again. Let him, who is now in glory, taste this undeserved infamy again.
Moreover, the harmony of yin and yang, and the mutual generation of dual cultivation are also a great benefit to cultivation. Even in terms of Jiang Hanzheng's cultivation, he naturally hopes that he can get out of the unformed emotional vortex and find another lover.
So, more, Helang also thought about whether there was still a chance for him to return to the right path.
If Jiang Hanzheng learned that his master had such an idea, he might regret it.
Although Wuding's interest in finding a Taoist companion for Helang was rejected by Helang, it is clear that his enthusiasm has not been dissipated, and the Taoist turmoil has not disappeared, and he has arranged dozens of cauldrons for Helang.
Among these dozens of people, they are all with good bones and excellent spiritual roots. Although the cauldron is for monks to collect essence and nourish yang, they are still willing. After all, it is a blessing to be close to real people , and the cares accumulated from this must not be less.
And among them, apart from the female cultivators, there were even a few male cultivators. According to Wuding's explanation, he didn't know what the senior brother liked, so he found some of them for him to choose from.
Although Helang didn't know much about it, he also knew that the process of extracting essence and replenishing yang required two people to get close, so he naturally wouldn't agree, he just glanced at the neatly groomed young disciple, and was stunned for a moment.
Not because of anything else, just because one of them looks like an old friend.
Wuding was overjoyed, thinking that he was someone he liked, and immediately pulled out the male cultivator who was in the line to introduce him.
"Brother's vision is good enough. This kid is Huo Yiyang, my apprentice. He is also known as one of the Five Swordsmen of Tianshan, and he has the highest cultivation level among these people! He is also worthy of being your tripod!" Is it right? You old man is finally willing to find someone..." Wuding said happily, but found that something was wrong with Helang, and slowed down his speech while talking.
Helang's thoughts were immediately dragged back to several years ago, and his clear and firm eyes became a little hazy, as if he had passed away.
The young man in front of him is slender, tall and strong, with a lively face, eyebrows like swords, straight nose, thin lips, and raised corners of his eyes. Somewhat similar.
He really knew clearly that this was indeed a coincidence, a coincidence that could mess up his thoughts.
Naturally, Huo Yiyang would not ignore Helang's scrutinizing gaze. Seeing that he was interested in him, his originally indifferent face was also tinged with embarrassment and shyness. Remembering etiquette, he greeted him with a smile. Say hello, master.
Helang nodded in response, but still raised his eyes again and gave him a deep look.
Wuding, who had been standing aside all this time, was silent, he knew that his disciples were born well, but the two disciples of the senior brother himself also had first-class handsome faces, presumably there was another reason, so he also fell into thinking.
Helang narrowed his eyes, lowered his eyes, and realized that he really cared about this appearance similar to Zhen Puyang.
A few worlds have passed, and he himself does not know how many years have changed. Is it ten years, or twenty years? Thirty years? But during these long years, he seldom thinks of the old people, because the characters in the new world have filled his mind and life, and he has no time to feel sentimental for the people in the previous life.
But at this moment, thinking about the strange yet familiar eyebrows and eyes, Helang felt that the memories were like surging waves, slapping up one after another. Thinking about it carefully, it was really like a big dream.
Staring at the person in front of him, his sober mind was indeed in a rare trance. It seemed that the figure in the dragon robe appeared in front of him again. He always held his head high and looked down on everyone. Run up to him and mumble something nice, childish like a teenager.
Their ending also made Zhen Puyang leave a strong stroke in his memory.
On the night of the wedding ceremony, he was dressed in red as if possessed by an evil spirit. He was so crazy that he set the whole bedroom ablaze, screaming in the flames that he wanted to go to the underworld with him, and died of love.
But he may not have thought that he is just a wandering soul, without the theory of life and death, and he will not be able to meet him in hell in this life. He has "lived" again, what about Yang'er? Was he really dead
He is so insecure, how lonely will he be after hell can't find him
Helang's heart sank, he exhaled slightly, looked at Huo Yiyang and Wuding who were standing there blankly, and said softly: "That's him."
"Hey." Wuding came back, immediately responded, and turned around to give Huo Yiyang a lot of advice.
"It's a blessing for the uncle to see you, you know? Your uncle has not been close to anyone for thousands of years, except for the newly recruited apprentice... You can also see that Jiang Hanzheng is now on the rise. Your uncle has something to do with you." Now I know, you have to serve well, even though it will hurt your Yuanyang, but how can you say that you can't be offended by being close to the uncle, listen carefully?"
Huo Yiyang said yes again and again, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, he seemed to have a docile and well-behaved temperament.
Helang frowned, but opened his mouth in silence, which was completely opposite to Yang'er. It was really hard for him to imagine that person would ever compromise with anyone.
The more he got in touch with, the more clearly he discovered how big the difference between the two was, which also made the relationship between the two even weirder.
Huo Yiyang naturally didn't know the reason, the uncle who was admired by thousands of people chose him alone to be the cauldron and allowed him to approach, he thought that the uncle also felt that he was desirable, so he also plucked up the courage He greeted his uncle politely.
It's just that the more he talked, he saw that his uncle's face had returned to his usual indifference. He was a little confused, thinking that he had said something wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, his speech was elegant and polite, and his speech was impeccable. , there should be nothing wrong.
However, what he didn't know was that it was because his conversation was too decent that He Lang, who put Zhen Puyang's shadow on him, felt weird. He regretted his impulsiveness just now, so he immediately regretted it, and lowered his voice. He told Huo Yiyang to go back.
Huo Yiyang was slightly stunned, unable to figure out why he was doing well just now, but now something changed, but he was unwilling to return in vain, and asked unwillingly: "But the disciple said something wrong?"
Helang shook his head, "You're fine."
Huo Yiyang heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled, "Then why not, disciple?"
He reckoned that his uncle didn't understand the matter, that's why he was so hesitant. After finishing speaking, he mustered up the courage to go forward, held Helang's shoulders, gently took off his coat for him, and squinted at his uncle's face. color.
This startled glance was indeed a bit of Zhen Puyang's charm, Helang flickered for a moment, stared at Huo Yiyang's eyebrows for a long time, and never refused, which undoubtedly gave Huo Yiyang great encouragement.
When he vaguely saw the uncle's fair skin, Huo Yiyang's breathing became a lot faster, his fingers trembled slightly, and he suddenly remembered that he was providing the uncle with the essence of refining and practicing, so he began to take off his clothes on his own Untie.
He is the first person in the sect to get close to the uncle, and the uncle is indeed easy to be liked by others. Although he is a man, he does not have the intention of rejecting him too much. Although his slightly lowered head is a bit shy , but I have to say that there are expectations.
The body of the person in front of him slipped out of the wide robe, revealing a thin waist. It was indeed a youthful and beautiful body, but his tightly pursed lips and shy eyes showed a trace of deliberation for no reason.
Helang blinked, turned his head quickly, escaped from the beautiful scenery, and patted him on the shoulder, as if he wanted to dissuade him, but he hesitated to speak.
The windows outside the wing room were closed halfway, and the air was surging outside, like a strong wind whistling past. The hostility from nowhere suddenly caused the surrounding air pressure to drop, as if all the scenes inside were taken into the eyes of another person.
The thousands of miles of clear sky in the sky was engulfed by dark clouds and became gloomy. Helang's eyelids twitched slightly, and when he looked out, he vaguely saw a corner of his clothes, which was uncertain.
He pushed Huo Yiyang away, frowned and looked out the window, but found nothing.
He thought someone had come here, but after using his spiritual sense to feel it carefully for a while, he shook his head again.
As far as his cultivation is concerned, he can perceive most of the monks, and the chance of someone appearing here without being noticed by him is very small, unless the other party's cultivation is already higher than his.
After being so surprised, Helang had already lost interest. Although Huo Yiyang still wanted to say a few more words, Helang didn't want to talk about it. With good intentions, Yu was patient, tried his best to maintain gentleness and put on his clothes, which didn't mean Huo Yiyang would lose face, even though he was annoyed, he was still willing to leave.
The author has something to say: In the name of love, I am very disgusted. When I can’t bear it, I can find a substitute to relieve my thoughts and desires... I really want to be rude. Since the substitute can replace it, why should I respect it? Just stay on the lower body... But Lang Lang has morals!
By the way, do you still remember who Yang Er is?]
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