Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

It sounds like well-intentioned teaching.

Chang Ye wrote down this stroke in his heart, holding Jiang Yinghe's cloth in his hand, looking up in his arms, and tearfully said: "Master, I don't want to leave Master..."

Jiang Yinghe didn't answer, but Li Huanhan's voice suddenly came from the side.

"I think this proposal is very good."

A blood-eyed man in black stood holding a sword. He was originally just looking on the side with no expression. When he saw Chang Ye rushing into Jiang Yinghe's arms, his **** eyes darkened and walked to Jiang Yinghe's body.

Jiang Yinghe has a very light fragrance. Like this kind of honest and gentle Taoist sword repair, whether it is making a furnace or "eating", it is indeed full of temptation.

Qin Jun is a ghost full of evil spirits. This little brother who is always coquettish is not a good thing. I don't know what he is thinking about. Master said that he is the only one, but he still attracts so many innocent evils. repair……

Li Huanhan stared at Jiang Yinghe's hand that soothed Chang Ye, and his cold and unwavering nerves seemed to be burned by flames. He felt that this "junior brother" was very eye-catching.

"I also want to teach Junior Brother well." Li Huanhan raised his eyes, "Master?"

Jiang Yinghe had kept his little apprentice stuck for so long, and naturally knew that it would be better for him to learn to be independent early. Now that he listened to the words of the two of them, even if he looked at Chang Ye with aggrieved faces, he still held his mind with ease.

"Obey." He rubbed the top of the boy's hair. "At your age, you can't rely on me too much."

Chang Ye blinked, circled Jiang Yinghe's waist and wanted to struggle for the last time, but his eyes fell on the monster beast along the ground, and then he turned his head to look at Qin Jun.

The gray-haired man licked his lips and looked at Jiang Yinghe's eyes always smelling of hunger, which made Chang Ye feel even more disgusted than the cold-faced Li Hanhan.

When the young boy buried in his arms reluctantly agreed, Jiang Yinghe turned to raise his head and glanced under the clear cliff with his spiritual sense. As expected, he felt many disciples gathered because of the roar of monsters. Looking at this place, there is a lot of discussion.

"Jun'er..."

"The disciple understands." Qin Jun said casually, "This will take this monster race away to see our mountain gate in Penglai."

He looked at Jiang Yinghe's eyes, and his eyes met the bright ink eyes for a moment, and his original tone was lightened for a moment.

"...Don't kill." He thought for a while and added,

"Listen to Master."

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The monster that was captured by Qin Jun back to Penglai, although he saved his life, he also signed a contract with Zhou Zhangmen to protect the gate of the Penglai faction, and turned into a giant stone sculpture of a monster outside the main hall of Penglai, ignorant. So Shen is here.

But as long as someone else enters Penglai, the monster beast will follow its own contract and do its utmost to protect Penglai's disciples for a period of three hundred years.

Three hundred years is enough to make those young talents fall in the middle, enough to make the dynasty change, and things are different, but for the monster tribe, only three hundred years is like a flash of a finger.

It was also because of this giant stone sculpture that the Penglai disciples' impression of Senior Brother Qin became more and more biased. Senior Brother Qin looked steady and decisive, but there was an aura that made people afraid to approach him. The level of horror is even worse than those evil monsters and beasts that have been damaged under the sword of luck.

The Penglai faction secretly rumored that Brother Qin was scared when he was not smiling, and even more scared when he was smiling.

As for Junior Brother Chang Ye, who was the last one to get started, the disciples of Penglai hadn't seen this one very much yet, it was just hearsay.

Day and night change, cold night and moonlight.

Jun'er's Ye Mingzhu in the fairy mansion was embedded in the wall, and the original lampstand was taken away quietly. After Jiang Yinghe left the customs, he found that many subtle details in his residence had been secretly changed by Jun'er.

A monk who is successful in spiritual practice can often avoid sleep and can be replaced by closing his eyes and calming the mind, but it will make people feel tired. But Jiang Yinghe still retains the habit of sleeping, and his schedule is nine to six late in the evening—he never had a rest so early after he passed over and lost his mobile phone.

Qingjing Cliff has always been very quiet, the crane spirit guarding outside has fallen asleep, and the pearl inlaid on the wall glows with a secluded brilliance.

But this long-lasting silence was broken by another person's breath.

Jiang Yinghe only put a little divine consciousness outside, so when he felt the chaotic breathing of the other party, he raised his eyes and saw the figure curled up by the bed.

Chang Ye Mo was jet-black, the mask covered half of his cheeks, and the body protector imprint on his forehead was faintly glowing. His beautifully-shaped eyes drooped down, and he hugged his knees, with blood marks on Dan's lips.

Like a wounded cub, he always runs to the person he trusts most when he is sad.

Jiang Yinghe's tiredness was immediately wiped out. He reached out his hand, picked up the long night's black hair, and whispered: "What's the matter?"

His breathing was chaotic, as if he was suffering from pain, and his body was also cold, even if Jiang Yinghe’s body temperature was not high.

You can also feel the breath of ice from the opponent's forehead.

Chang Ye raised her eyes and looked at him, as if she had endured it for a long time, then the tears flashed under the moonlight, and slowly crawled into Jiang Yinghe's arms.

"Master," he said in a low voice, "I'm so cold. As long as I work, it's like my whole body is frozen."

This is a sequelae of ice, and the degree of fragility is almost the same as Jun'er's invading spirits. Jiang Yinghe's heart was tense, even though he always felt that the matter was man-made, at this moment there was a kind of pity and pity that was tricked by God.

The little apprentice would act like a baby and cry out for pain, but the other two often kept silent and carried them down by themselves... Jiang Yinghe sighed, took Chang Ye's palm, and introduced his spiritual power into it.

He is the immortal monarch of the hole virtual realm, and things like connecting meridians and warming up the body are just a small thing for him, but for them, the things they have to bear in the future are even more difficult than they are now.

He hadn't noticed at all. The little apprentice who was still aggrieved and screamed for pain, there was no tears in those black and pure eyes, but a long stare that contrasted with the appearance.

In Chang Ye's chill-soaked immature body, there happened to be a true spirit sleeping forever, and the soul of the ancient demon. His curiosity has changed a little. He didn't feel any pain in his body at this time, but rather wanted to turn him into a prototype and throw him down to see if the white and frosty Dao body could be licked by the barbs on his tongue to show signs of redness and swelling.

He stared for a long while, and it took a while before he came back to his senses. It's not hungry, why do you want to lick him?

Jiang Yinghe didn't notice, he was repairing the meridians of the little apprentice while he rolled up his sleeves, and suddenly found that the other side's white arms were all covered with small sword wounds.

Jiang Yinghe paused with his fingers, glanced at him, and asked, "Have you competed with the seniors again?"

Chang Ye heard that he was a little distressed, and he deliberately didn't let the wound heal, and it came in handy at this time: "I...I want to catch up with their progress as soon as possible, and don't want to shame Master."

He rubbed over as he talked, like an awkward and cute cat.

"Even though Brother Li is harsh, he is still good." Chang Ye said, knowing the filter in Master's eyes, and euphemistically said, "Senior Brother Qin is just a little bit fierce, but it's not as scary as the rumors."

Jiang Yinghe has recently stabilized his state and stayed at home. He was slightly startled when he heard the words: "Rumors?"

Chang Ye nodded: "I heard other seniors say that Senior Brother Li is only good to Master and cold to others. What about Senior Brother Qin...a bit arrogant, he always doesn't put anyone in his eyes.

…Uh, Master, shouldn’t I say bad things about the two seniors? "

His eyes are bright and clear, and he can see the bottom at a glance. It seems that he really feels that this is his unintentional mistake, and he is a bit embarrassed.

Jiang Yinghe did not cross the time when his mother was single for more than 20 years. After he came here, he only wanted to go home. He lived for more than a thousand years and had no experience. With his straight male attributes, he naturally felt that the little apprentice was really guilty and comforted. Said: "It doesn't matter. If there is a real deviation in xinxing, Master will teach them, but people in the world often have prejudices when looking at geniuses..."

Long Ye lay in his arms, enveloped by the faint cold fragrance on his body, and felt very satisfied, so he didn't care too much about whether his words worked or not, but hugged him a little bit tighter and whispered: "Master Lord, can I sleep with you?"

Before Jiang Yinghe could respond, Chang Ye quickly added: "Just one day, okay?"

The young man is too beautiful, speaks pitifully, and is good at acting like a baby.

Jiang Yinghe couldn't insist on a few words, so he was softened by Chang Ye. He felt that the child was too insecure, and he seemed to hope to be loved by his elders, and he was far less mature than his seniors.

He stretched out his hand and patted the young man's back, and said in a low voice, "Just this time, let's not take it as an example."

"Ok!"

Jiang Yinghe was very close to him, and could feel the cold body of the other party slowly returning to temperature after repairing the meridians. When he relaxed a little, he suddenly remembered something.

"In a few days, the Hehuan Sect will have a sword weapon conference. It just so happens that you haven't chosen a sword yet, and you want to take you to see it."

The Hehuan Sect is a neutral sect, but it is more friendly to the authentic sect. The deputy lord of the Hehuan Sect, Hunyuan Xianjun Tong Guiyu, was a figure who was as famous as Jiang Yinghe thousands of years ago.

Chang Ye obediently let out an "um" and asked, "Are you going to choose a saber for the disciple?"

"Yes." Jiang Yinghe said, "Han Han's saber is the thirty-seventh on the Guanjian scroll, called Wanwu Canxia. Jun'er's saber is the thirty-ninth one, called Junzi Tie."

Hearing what Chang Ye said, he knew that his two "good brothers" had concealed a lot of things. The blood sword in Li Huanhan's hand restrained countless and devilish energy. As long as he unlocked a few layers of restraints, I am afraid that the sky will do everything for you.之变色。 The discoloration. The silver-gray long sword that Qin Jun wears on his waist looks ordinary, but it is ghostly inside. It is clear that the sword is awakened by the spirit of resentment, and it is definitely not a "junzi post."

It’s just that the two of them changed the appearance of their sabers, and the restrictions they imposed were too harsh, even though Jiang Yinghe’s realm was not low.

How could I discover the true colors of my two disciples when I had no intention of suspicion.

Chang Ye suddenly felt that they did not look like good people anymore. The tricks of deception and concealment were not leaking, and they must be unruly and ill-intentioned. He thought of this, and also thought of how to take out his own magic weapon, "Break off"...

"Let's rest." Jiang Yinghe had a feeling of coaxing the children, and said softly, "Ye Mingzhu was brought back by Brother Qin. Why is it so bright?"

Chang Ye turned his head when he heard the words, and hurriedly retracted his gaze. He just wanted to say "It's not very bright", and then suddenly asked, "Is that...Dragon Ball?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yinghe was already a little sleepy, "the monster in the sea."

Chang Ye glanced at the dragon ball thoughtfully again, his eyes stayed on it faintly, and then leaned in the arms of the master, and whispered: "Why don't you replace the master? It's too bright."

After a long time, when he almost thought he was asleep in the long night, he heard a very faint but gentle voice.

"……Great."