Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Three days later.

With the assistance of Long Night, leaving Jinghua is much easier than imagined. After getting rid of the dreaded title of His Royal Highness King Rui, Jiang Yinghe immediately felt a sense of relaxation.

The emperor's Heavenly Family in this world, like a huge prison, trapped him here.

In addition, another problem is that the memories that flash in my mind from time to time are vague, dull, and more lively and clear. Those more pleasant memories gradually awakened in the process of getting along with the long night.

But he still didn't understand this fusion system, and he also vaguely felt that there was something important being ignored by himself, as if he actually had more than one apprentice Chang Ye...

When Jiang Yinghe was meditating, the moon was shining on the horizon, and the giant eagle carrying him on his journey stopped at the command of the long night, narrowed his gaze, and stopped.

"Master." Chang Ye closed his hair at his temple, "If you fly for a long time, your body can't stand it. Let's stop."

This body is still flesh. Even though Jiang Yinghe's spirit is extremely condensed, he still can't exert his due strength. Only when he reaches Penglai and rebuilds his foundation can he return to the path.

Although Chang Ye had studied Penglai's Taoism, he was a demon after all. When he was practicing with the master, his mind was full of beauty... At this moment, I don't dare to teach it. If I teach something wrong, let alone the other three. The second is the kind Penglai school masters and uncles, and they probably want to peel him off.

Jiang Yinghe tidyed up his hair and nodded in response, feeling a headache from being blown by the wind.

This period of time for him was almost the most fragile moment since practicing, but he didn't feel his fragility at all, but he was very careful about Long Ye.

The two took a rest in the small town surrounding the Hehuan Sect. Jiang Yinghe read some books related to the cultivation world in the room, and Chang Ye turned back to the form of a cat, lying next to the lamp, looking at him with black eyes.

Yuehua is like water.

The coldness of early spring is still there. Jiang Yinghe was wearing a thicker soft-haired cloak, and only after reading two or three lines, he was hooked by a fluffy tail.

Without realizing it, he habitually held the cat's tail between his fingers, rubbing it with his fingertips. The fluffy tail between his fingers suddenly retracted like an electric shock, pulled out for a moment, and then tangled up softly, rubbing against the back of his hand.

At this moment, Jiang Yinghe doesn't know what he has done.

Only then did he understand the distribution of various sects in the cultivation world, and the vague memories in his mind are slow

Slowly fill in the missing parts.

As the memory fills up and he gets more and more devoted, he is even less aware of where he is rubbing. The pile of fluff on hand is not white or white, and the hand feels so good...

Until he heard a dumb meow.

……Ok?

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and watched the little white cat staring at him tightly, his eyes revealed a desire closer to animality. A small half of the cat's fangs were exposed, and the barbed tongue licked it.

...What does he want to do?

Jiang Yinghe reacted for two seconds before thinking of winter and spring, as if it was the season for cats to be in heat.

"You..." He hesitated and stopped, and asked implicitly, "Aren't you Tianxuan?"

This is not a cat either...

The kitten in front of him tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then moved forward and rubbed his hand with his fluffy jaw. Jiang Yinghe couldn't hold back for a while, his hands were pushed up faster than his brain, and only halfway through the strokes did he remember the seriousness of the situation.

...In his vague and chaotic memory, it seems that he didn't pay much attention to the situation of long night estrus. There was only the big fluffy tail in the impression, which was drilled on his waist, so that people could not move.

As Jiang Yinghe was thinking, he was licked on his fingertips by the barbed cat tongue, and walked around his fingertips with a little frosted texture... His sense of crisis came too late.

In the next instant, the obedient little white cat at the table suddenly grew bigger, and in the blink of an eye he threw him to the ground. His fur was white and soft. The big tail flung a few times and hooked Jiang Yinghe's waist habitually.

"... Ye'er?"

He whispered.

The big cat in front of him seemed to be even more excited. The large flesh pad was pressing on his shoulder, and the sharp blade in the claw ditch was tightly hidden. But the meat pad itself is full of pressure, even if the action is light, it can easily make people immobile.

The big cat lowered his head and licked his collarbone gently with his soft tongue, as if he was licking...a small cream cake.

The licked area was reddened again. Even if it was slight, Jiang Yinghe's present body was still too fragile. The body that had been pampered for a long time would be bruised and reddish with a few touches, but in fact it didn't hurt much.

Long Ye buried his head and licked in chaos, the warm breath wafting between his neck.

Jiang Yinghe was wrapped in a large pile of fluff, and he could only pat his paw, and said, "...really can't help it?"

He didn't touch it yet, Long Ye thought.

The big cat nudged him, hooked the belt of his coat with a flexible tail tip, and followed

The second half was aggrieved and half awkwardly lowered his head and said: "Master..."

It's okay for him not to speak, and the hoarse voice of emotion is exposed as soon as he speaks. This attractiveness is not far from the distance of disaster to the country and the people. Jiang Yinghe was bewitched by the sweet voice in his ears, and a sigh came out of his mind.

Worthy of being a monster...

"Master, help me..."

Back then, if Daji used the fluffy shape and such a beautiful voice to confuse the monarch, then he really wouldn't blame King Zhou.

Jiang Yinghe was slapped with his head down and asked, "How can I help you?"

He didn't realize what he asked again.

This sentence was like a cryptic permission, which gave Changye great confidence and reward. His tail untied his belt and scraped his outer shirt to the sides, his tail lurking in silently.

Among the fluffy pieces of the big cat, there seemed to be something far away from softness.

When Jiang Yinghe was caught, he couldn't react immediately. Instead, he raised his knee and rubbed it until the paw on his shoulder suddenly sank.

He rubbed against the slightly erected barb.

……hiss.

He regretted it.

No, how can this help? Can people help with this kind of thing?

More memories emerged, and Jiang Yinghe tentatively touched it again, thinking of some scenes that were not easy to describe on this website in his mind.

"Master..." The little apprentice's voice was obedient and soft, leaning against her ears to act like a baby, and the soft fur on her body was so touchable, "Don't you like Ye'er?"

It sounds too wronged.

Jiang Yinghe felt soft and hesitated for a moment before he said, "How come..."'

"That is like."

The big cat's tail was wrapped around his skin, and the thin waist was changed around, and the barbed thing began to rub his leg, but with a very light force, as if it was afraid of hurting him.

Jiang Yinghe patted his pad, pressed his paw and gently released it. He sat up halfway, looked down at the big cat, and after a moment of silence, he said in frustration, "...I really want to sterilize the cat."

Chang Ye didn't take this sentence to heart at all, but leaned over and licked him extremely happily. Just as the atmosphere became more viscous and lingering, there was a sudden bang outside the door, as if someone was fighting.

In the next instant, the door in front of him also broke, and a devilish cultivator broke in, shouting and screaming behind him, seeming to be chased to nowhere.

Xie Xiu saw the scene in front of him, but he didn't expect that there was a demon here.

, There was a feeling that the enemy’s enemy was a friend, and he was overjoyed and shouted: "My fellows are trapped, your Excellency helps me stop..."

Before he could finish his words, he was shocked by a fierce demon gas, tumbling and smashing several walls, turning on the ground several times.

The dust is flying.

The big cat in front of him seemed to be irritated by the intrusion of an outsider, but did not directly kill the person. Instead, it turned into a human form and hugged the master, buried it on his shoulders for a while, and then said in a slightly dumb tone: " Who is his fellow."

Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief and soothed the red-clothed boy in his arms: "Well, no, Ye'er is the pillar of the right way."

The dust was gone, Jiang Yinghe looked up and saw a man in a pale pink robes standing in place holding a whisk from between the broken walls.

"Hehuan Sect is chasing the rebellion, thanks to Xianyouxiang..." Before the word of assistance was spoken, He Hufa opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yinghe, who was comforting the young man. After a daze, he said in a daze, "Jiang Xianjun?"

Jiang Yinghe couldn't remember him, and asked, "Are you?"

He Hufa suddenly regained his senses, saying: "At the beginning of Hehuan Sect’s protector, I was ordered by Hunyuan Xianjun Tong as the head teacher to arrest the civil strife and clear the door here."

He looked suspiciously at Xie Xiu who was drawn back by the evil spirit at his feet, then raised his head to look at Jiang Yinghe, who was slowly comforting the big demon, and cautiously asked: "Jiang Xianjun has left the customs?"

Jiang Yinghe naturally didn't know what happened after he was reincarnated, but just looked at him quietly.

He Hufa was watched for a while, and his back was hairy, and he filled everything in his mind. He quickly said, "I haven't seen you for more than 370 years. The Master Teacher has always missed you very much, and I didn't expect to see you here. Xianjun must have something important to him, so the younger generation will not be bothering here."

With the content of his own brain supplement, he raised his hand to pick up the traitor who was thrown to his feet by the evil spirit, and after repeated goodbyes, he turned and left.

Only this precarious and crumbling inn is left, and the demon in Jiang Yinghe's arms so wronged and sobbing softly.

Jiang Yinghe couldn't realize Chang Ye's desire to get close, but he had a clear heart and a good temper. He was still facing his own apprentice, so he acted like a baby in his arms while slowly rubbing the top of his hair. , And said: "I didn't get hurt, just being seen in estrus, is it so sad?"

Where is he sad about this.

Jiang Yinghe’s long dark hair was messed up by Jiang Yinghe, he leaned over and kissed him tightly and softly from the neck of the neck until it reached his lips.

, Said in a dumb voice: "I am not happy when I am disturbed."

Jiang Yinghe thought that his sullen and awkward appearance was so cute, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's so big, I'll be scared. This looks very good now... Do you still need a master to help you?"

The long night, which had just been depressed, suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were bright, and the uncontrolled tail was entangled again, turning around to coquettishly please, exuding a sweet and well-behaved, young man.

Jiang Yinghe's heart seemed to be suddenly moved, as if the pointer was gently pulled away by his finger, and it was gathered to the original position, following the time with precision.

He suddenly felt that he had always liked him.

How long does the word "always" last?

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At the same time, the Albizia Sect.

The Hehuan Sect is good at double cultivation, so it encourages monks to look for Taoists, and even the one who desires first will raise a lot of patrons and furnaces, and many of them are very proficient in this area of ​​magic skills.

When He Hufa returned, Tong Guiyu was reading the latest illustrated storybook published by Lanling Books. He only watched half of it, then threw it on the case, and said in a lazy tone: "The more you write, the worse it gets. The chief writer of Lanling Bookstore has become more and more lazy..."

He Hufa bowed to him and told the truth about the arrest of the traitor. Only halfway through, he was waved to stop him.

"Okay. This seat knows." Tong Guiyu closed the booklet, "Since Jiang Yinghe closed the deadlock, even his apprentices are rare, and even the prototype of the story is hard to find."

He Hufa was silent for a moment, looked up at Tong Guiyu's tired look, and tentatively said: "On behalf of the head teacher, his subordinates are about to report to him. I met...Jiang Xianjun on the way to hunt down the traitor."

Tong Guiyu raised his eyes abruptly, looked at the other side for a moment, and after confirming that he was not lying, he smiled suddenly: "How come the 300-year retreat suddenly appeared. What happened to you?"

Hu Hufa recalled: "The subordinates saw Jiang Xianjun...There was a demon, dressed in red clothes, who looked like a teenager. There was also..."

After he said a few words, Tong Guiyu knew it in his heart. He knocked on his knee and continued: "What else?"

"Xianjun seems to have no spiritual power."

As soon as the words fell, the room could breathe.

Tong Guiyu waved his hand and said, "Go down."

He watched He Hufa turned and left, and quickly recalled several major events in his mind over the years, thinking of the place next to Jiang Yinghe.

A little apprentice is a boy in red.

Did he have an accident? But if it loses Taoism for some reason and Penglai lied about retreat, how could Jiang Yinghe appear around the Hehuan Sect.

However, this road is indeed the fastest way to Penglai in this direction.

Tong Guiyu pondered for a long time, as if he had figured out something, and as if he hadn't figured out anything. He took out the Hongyan sword from the Taoist body, and thought while wiping the sword body.

The sword body is cut through, and the edge is dazzling.

Tong Guiyu stared at the red face sword, his gaze fell on the pale pink sword on the scabbard again, and he said to himself: "Before and after his retreat... Guanghan Palace Liyue man fell in Luocheng, Guanghan Palace and Ying The Zhou faction had a dispute over this matter... it was Penglai, who didn't ask anything."

"... Then Yan Caiwei retreats in order to break through the soul and step into the void of the cave. In a hundred years, Yun will continue to retreat. Now Penglai, only Zhou head is left... and there is..."

"Although the two of Li Huanhan and Qin Jun are very simple, they are indeed unfathomable and extremely powerful. A hundred and twenty-four years ago, the Yingzhou faction came to the door to challenge a fairy monarch and two real people in Penglai. , Was suppressed by Li Huanhan with a sword, no more sound."

What he didn’t say was that after Jiang Yinghe’s retreat, whether it was the unified Celestial Demon Cult, the Netherworld where the ghost master returned, or the demon clan revived by the Venerable, they all guarded themselves, almost no disputes, and there was a little peaceful development the meaning of.

And the news of the three half-step golden immortals was completely blocked.

Tong Guiyu paused in his thoughts and suddenly said, "The boy in red... is it a demon?"

He stared slightly, and thoughtfully said to the patron next to him: "Call the guardian He back, and say, I have two letters to send, and one will be sent to the Heavenly Secret Pavilion so that they can be sent into the Heavenly Demon Cult. The other one was delivered by Huo Fa personally and sent to the Nether Realm."

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