Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Jiang Yinghe poured a cup of tea again.

The tea is warm, and inside is the "moru water" of Lanruo Temple, which is almost tasteless.

"That's the way it is." The opposite melancholy said, "We Yaowanggu still knows our own strength, so we came to visit Xianjun. In the remnant of the sword immortal in the early days, it is indeed said that there is a legend to get rid of ghosts. , The elixir that reshapes the meridians."

He paused: "The younger generation has heard that Xianjun has been worrying about his lover for a long time, why don't we go together? All the treasures obtained by then will be selected by you first."

Jiang Yinghe was silent for a moment, and said, "Sword Immortal from the beginning? That was a half-step golden immortal."

"Yes." Chou Yongzhou said, "In the early days, the sword immortal appeared ten thousand years ago. He was the leader of the right way during the heyday of the demon clan. He once frightened all parties in the darkest years of the right way, but the sword fairy has long since lost all news. It was really lucky to be able to discover his old man’s house this time."

"Willing mansion..." Jiang Yinghe thought about his needs, "Is this trip all your fellow practitioners from Medicine King Valley?"

Chou Yongzhou nodded and said, "If Xianjun has concerns, you can also take the real people of Penglai Xianmen with you."

This is an extraordinarily dangerous thing. How could Jiang Yinghe let other senior brothers get involved? He thought about it for a long time before saying: "The real Qing Yan, and the second disciple of this seat, will be with Yaowanggu. Peers."

When the time comes to explore the legacy, it is not necessary for Junior Brother Xiaoyun and Jun'er to actually enter. At this time, if even he can't resist the layout of the Jinxian legacy, then based on the cultivation base of the two of them, also It only adds to the deaths and injuries.

Sorrow forever day is naturally overjoyed, bowing and saluting: "Thank you, Xianjun."

As soon as he stopped speaking, he seemed to think of something, and then said: "The juniors didn't hold much hope. Yaowanggu will never compare to other sects in this kind of thing, but because of the recent movement of the magic door... I have to beware of changes in various ways."

Jiang Yinghe was startled for a moment, then asked, "Magic?"

"The Demon Sect is now..." He hesitated, "The Heavenly Demon Sect is integrated. I don't know where a Demon Cultivator came out. It is said that the strength of the Demon Lord is far superior to that of the reincarnated Demon Lord. The branch teacher on the west side of the Medicine King Valley found the news and said... Qiu Qiu, who was promoted to the Void Void Realm three hundred years ago, led all the demons under his command and fell into the camp of this new demon."

Jiang Yinghe didn't expect that there was such a reason. He frowned slightly: "Is there no news about this new Demon Venerable?"

Chou Yongzhou shook his head, worried and said: "There is only one news. It is said that the demon is very heavy, and he has collected many tools for purifying and calming the soul. For the monks, whether it is authentic or evil cultivation, it is out of fire. Things like being enchanted... just make people crazy."

Demonization and demonization are different. Although the two are often confused, the latter is just a transition from the Taoist school to the magic cultivation, and demonization... is the real generation of demons and affects the character and mind of a person. , And even made some extreme crazy moves.

"With this kind of heart demon, the Heavenly Demon Cult will be integrated so quickly by him?" Jiang Yinghe asked slightly, "Aren't they afraid that their demon is really crazy, and they don't distinguish between enemy and us?"

Chou Yongzhou sighed: "I don't know this either, maybe this Demon Venerable is too strong."

Jiang Yinghe nodded, and he couldn't help but make up a five-big three-thick, three-headed six-arm, big waist, **** body...In short, it was a very cruel image, and he couldn't help shaking his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he felt afraid of the people of their magic door. Not all of them are like fish on a chopping board, so this new demon can chop up the stuffing with a knife.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible--people who are almost crazy often make themselves terrible, regardless of good or bad.

Fortunately, Han Han retreats alone, otherwise his body of the demon is definitely an excellent tonic for this kind of magic cultivation.

Jiang Yinghe quietly rejoiced for his apprentice, and then said: "Thank you for letting me know, I will pass the matter back to Penglai and show it to the public, so that all my friends will be prepared."

Chou Yongzhou nodded and said: "This is a matter of course, but..."

The young man in the pale green fairy robe hesitated for a moment, and there was a clear sense of uneasiness in his gentle and docile appearance. He opened his mouth, and after hesitating repeatedly, he whispered: "There is still another unsympathetic request from the younger generation. ."

Jiang Yinghe said: "You speak."

"I..." Chou Yongzhou lowered his gaze, took a deep breath, and took out a light peach-pink spirit jade sword pendant from his sleeve, with thin spikes woven underneath. He stepped forward and fell the sword. Passing it to Jiang Yinghe, he plucked up the courage and said, "Please Xianjun transfer this thing to Hunyuan Xianjun."

... Tong Guiyu? Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, looked at his tensed finger bones that were white when he squeezed, and asked softly, "What does this mean?"

Anxious Yongzhou said: "It's a junior...cowardly."

Jiang Yinghe reacted for a long time, watching his slowly turning red eartips, only then realized what the other party wanted to do. His words were blocked for a while, thinking

To Tong Guiyu, the prodigal son, and the hongyan sword in his hand.

Hongyanjian likes beauties, the better-looking person is, the more he likes this sword. Tong Guiyu himself is indistinguishable from male and female, feminine and beautiful, not to mention that he has been studying love since the first day he embarked on the path, and the patrons around him have changed and changed, which is really not a very good one. Candidates for Taoists.

The Medicine King Valley Doctor Xiu in front of him was born handsome and gentle, and sincere. If such two people really meet, it will inevitably be... sad.

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, took the peach-pink spirit jade sword pendant, and said faintly: "This is for you, but whether he can understand your intentions is a matter between the two of you."

Sorrowed forever, the body and mind relaxed, feeling like a dream, and nodded gratefully: "Thank you Jiang Xianjun. I have already prepared in my heart. If it doesn't happen, it's not that I haven't fought for it. If..."

He did not go on, but gave a deep salute to Jiang Yinghe, and the long green hairpin on the sideburns was lowered with his movements, like a green willow that bent down with the wind.

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Chang Ye was soaked for several days, but still did not achieve success. Instead, Jiang Yinghe gave him Junior Brother Xiaoyun who had planned to go with him.

In Jiang Yinghe's mind, Chang Ye's realm was still too low. For such dangerous things, it would be better for Xiao Chang Ye to go back and practice retreat. Even if the little apprentice had been acting like a baby for a long time, he quietly strengthened his determination, and even asked Yun who accompanied him to return to Penglai with the little apprentice and threw it back together.

But he forgot one thing.

The remnants of the medicinal effect of Albizia on the 7th have not been cleared out, and the cultivation base is lost at night, so I can only rest in the flying, and there is only Jun'er beside him.

But this time the journey was not close. In order to prevent the two apprentices from getting too tired, Jiang Yinghe had already seriously wanted to improve his work and rest habits. At least when he was sober, he could chat with Jun'er.

......However, it was not useful, and finally lost to the biological clock.

Jiang Yinghe's hair was scattered, and his soft black hair fell on the edge of his pale clothes. He propped his forehead, his collar was a little loose, showing his white neck and thin collarbone.

He was too sleepy, those black star eyes slowly closed, and he stopped talking to Qin Jun without a word.

Qin Jun was sitting next to him.

The internal space of Crane Ling Fei Nian was very large, and it was in order to accommodate the speed of the Yaowanggu people, that the speed of this high-grade flying magic weapon was deliberately slowed down.

A hand made of white bones slowly pushed away Jiang Ying

At the same time, Qin Jun’s voice was also suppressed very low and light, as if there were some precious and hard things rubbing against each other, the hair hanging down by the ears of the crane, and it was so depressed that it was slightly uncontrollable. Deep.

"Master?" He called, "Are you sleepy?"

Jiang Yinghe didn't answer. After a short while, he let out a dull "um".

As Qin Jun dispelled the effect of the medicine, he reached out his hand and slowly pulled off his belt, and said in a low voice, "Then... rest?"

Jiang Yinghe did not speak. Qin Jun tightened his fingers and couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple before slowly pulling away his robe.

This outer robe was not the one he branded, but it was still full of the cold and delicate fragrance of the master's body born from the Taoist body. He moved as lightly as possible, but the left hand of the white bones couldn't help but rubbed with excitement and made the creak of the collision of the phalanx.

Qin Jun's breath penetrated in.

There was an indescribable coldness in him, slowly blending with the light fragrance on Jiang Yinghe. When Qin Jun took off half of his robe, he suddenly realized how hot his breath was.

The heat fell on the opponent's frosty skin, making Master's eyebrows slightly frowned.

Qin Jun endured for a while before suppressing his surging desires. He half hugged Master, took off the outer robe completely, and said in his ear: "Master, go to bed."

Jiang Yinghe nodded staringly, barely awake, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his warm eartips, then moved into the bed, and whispered guiltily: "If you are tired, come and lie down. "

He has always regarded himself as an elder and protector, but he didn't expect to let his apprentice take care of himself because of this. Besides, Jun'er is a straight man. The two straight men lie down together for a while without any problems. You can't make the baby apprentice always so tired, right?

Jiang Yinghe thought, patted the side of the bed, then drew up on the couch peacefully and hugged the quilt into a ball.

His thinking slowly diverged, thinking that he was such a good master, it would be hard to find it with a lantern, Jun'er must be very touched.

But Qin Jun...

Qin Jun dared not move.

He glanced at Jiang Yinghe's exposed fingers. They were white and slender, beautiful as if they were carved out of jade, and slightly wrinkled the mattress. There was something embarrassing... touching.

Qin Jun took a breath and looked down at himself again. He was really unhappy, full of energy, full of vitality, and shameless...

He stared at Jiang Yinghe for a moment, then really climbed onto the bed and held

Master's wrist, put his fingers together.

After another half candle, Qin Jun's voice was too dumb, and he asked in a low voice, "Master?"

Jiang Yinghe fell asleep. He didn't hear the soft call and didn't realize how dangerous he was now. He even turned over, revealing his cheeks that were originally buried in the quilt.

It's like a snowflake shaking from the plum branches.

The snowflake fell on the tip of his heart.

Qin Jun hovered his hand next to his cheek and finally retracted it. Instead, he slid nostalgicly over his hair, his fingers slid across the dark and soft ends of the opponent's hair, his eyes fixed on him.

Qin Jun raised his arm, circled Jiang Yinghe's shoulders, and slowly enveloped the other person in his arms, muttering: "Master..."

He no longer calls these two words, and continues to call the other person that way. He may not even be able to say "I can't get in because I can't get in." He can only use the cold fragrance on Jiang Yinghe's body to cool down the internal organs deeply——

Mistakes, this taste is so tempting that people can't control it even before.

At this moment, Qin Jun seemed to have a clearer understanding of what is called "sweet torture". In the end, it seemed that he really couldn't hold it. He wanted to lick the sweet soul in his arms, but in the end he just bowed his head and said An overly light kiss fell between his eyebrows.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

For Qin Jun, he was born as an evil spirit, was born the master of all ghosts in the world, and the supreme lord, he has never been restrained or humbled as dust. In the past three thousand years ago, no matter what kind of creature offended him, it would be wiped out in his hands.

Including disapproval of his "Way of Heaven".

Qin Jun was rebellious from the bottom of his bones. He was ruthless, arrogant, and invincible. He had to get everything he was fighting for.

He has never touched anything that is fragile, has not cherished the jade that shatters at the touch of a touch, nor has he experienced what it means to be tormented.

He only has this person in his arms.

Qin Jun watched him for a long, long time, and when he really calmed down and suppressed the change, he leaned in and kissed him again.

...I don't know how to express that I like you so that it won't hurt you.

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The lights are faint, and the quiet night is long.

When Jiang Yinghe gets up in the morning, he will always be at a loss for a while.

He slowly sobered up, opened his eyes and stared at the embrace in front of him for a while, his gaze shifted up, and Qin Jun looked at him with a smile.

"...You," Jiang Yinghe paused and asked in a tangled manner, "Are you sleepwalking?"

"No."

Qin Jun bowed his head and said, "The disciple did not sleep."

Jiang Yinghe got stuck. He couldn't believe that he rolled into his arms. He paused for a while before he felt something. He frowned and said, "Then you, let go."

He glanced at him and saw Jun'er's paw slowly moving away from his waist, and couldn't help but say, "What do you want to be a teacher? Do you really want me to teach you how to respect the teacher? Qin Jun, Qin Bingzhi?"

Jiang Yinghe felt terribly pained by his precious apprentices. He didn't get angry once in a hundred years. There were too few opportunities to use this half-and-half complaining tone, and there were not many opportunities to call him by his full name.

He didn't notice that when he was called "Qin Bingzhi," the gray eyes of the other party suddenly darkened for a moment, and the dark color that suddenly rose and faded almost concealed all his emotions.

Jiang Yinghe didn't care whether Juner could understand what a "pillow" was. When she got up to wash and change clothes, she suddenly saw the progress bar in the upper right corner jumped forward again, and she didn't know what happened last night. She didn't move for a long time. The progress seemed to be a stimulant, rushing wildly to break through the eighty mark.

He stared at the progress bar and continued to wonder. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of anything. Just as he was about to realize that he took it for granted as a training progress bar, and it seemed too subjective, he suddenly heard that Jun'er seemed to be careless. One of the questions.

"Master?" He raised his eyes, "...Are you going to change your sword and fall?"

Jiang Yinghe was slightly surprised, and then remembered that he had dropped the light peach powder sword that he had given to Tong Guiyu from the sad day. Xu Ye saw it last night, and said truthfully: "It was someone who asked me. It was given to Tong Guiyu. What's wrong?"

Qin Jun stood up, took the peach wood comb in his hand naturally, smiled imperceptibly, and said: "I think the master doesn't like the things sent by Brother Li, or... there is some female repair. Tell you your heart."

Jiang Yinghe was taken aback, not knowing how his mind turned, and sighed: "Whenever a female cultivator looks at me blindly, your master will still be like this?"

Qin Jun's combing hair stopped for a while, and he leaned over to look at him and said: "Yes, if there is one, she will goug her eyes."

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

...... It seems that something is wrong, we can say it, is it the same?

The author has something to say: Hehe: No female sister likes me at all, so sad!

Female Sister (shivering): Still...or...fate matters...

There is a chapter at eleven!