Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The incense overflows.

The white mist rises and overflows, spreading the light and long fragrance, mixing and entangled with the indoor breath. The window lattice was half open, and a breeze entered the inner room, blowing up the veil on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Yinghe was swept across the back of his hand by the veil, and within a short period of time, he woke up confusedly on the soft couch for the second time.

In front of him was the milky white and fluffy kitten again, with a big fluffy tail dangling in front of him, revealing a cute and harmless posture. The tip of the tail was rubbing against the back of Jiang Yinghe's hand with the veil. Come and go.

So cute, I really want to sit down and die. Jiang Yinghe thought blankly.

It was this fluffy tail that captured and deceived his cat-loving heart. It was tied around his waist and couldn't be pulled off. It was tightened tightly. There was also a tongue full of soft spines, no matter where you licked it. It is a trace of redness.

Jiang Yinghe felt that he looked at the little white cat in front of him hopelessly for a while, and then he glanced desperately at the night and slowly moved the progress bar.

The degree of integration is 12%.

It seems that his waist and this system must die today.

There is really no truth at all, let alone that he is only reshaping the Taoist body now, that is, he is really returning to the peak, and he can still shock Xiaoxiao with a sword, and it is impossible to surrender the Taoist companion and teach his disciples on the bed.

What's more, they haven't merged yet, and the thoughts in their heads are more novel than the other, hiss... hurts.

Jiang Yinghe took a slow breath, reached out his hand and pushed the little white cat sleeping next to him threateningly.

The cat turned around in mid-air, landed on the ground, and looked over with those black, harmless eyes.

Just looking at these eyes, I can’t think that Chang Ye, a **** likes to bite the back of the neck...

Jiang Yinghe looked at the harmless kitten with a blank face, until the kitten jumped on the edge of the bed with a guilty conscience, and sent his tail over to touch him pitifully.

Not surprisingly, the other two must wake up earlier than him. Jiang Yinghe made a slight movement, and the veil was lifted up by one hand, tied back with a tie, and sent a familiar throat tea by the way.

Jiang Yinghe took the warm tea in Li Huanhan's hand and didn't want to care about him at all. He insisted on not embarrassing himself. He drank most of the warm tea before he said, "Prepared well?"

Li Huanhan was silent for a while before saying, "I..."

"Don't apologize." Jiang Yinghe is familiar with his routine. They teach the rain to be slippery in many ways, and the devil's heart is complicated. They always use this appearance to coax him.

"I should have recognized your nature a long time ago. I haven't done any good things in this matter. If you can't learn anything, you can learn from Qin Jun. You are still a senior..."

Halfway through he said, his voice was a little dumb, the words stopped, and he slowly took another sip of tea before he calmed down his tone and said with a cold mood: "...I'm so angry."

Jiang Yinghe reflected on himself deep in his heart, why he didn't teach anything in Taoism and swordsmanship, but instead let him get a pass between the beds.

And Qin Jun, is Qin Jun still a person? There is a lot of nonsense, the dog has no heart, and he dares to do anything while holding his waist. He doesn't know his depth. How can he let this **** fumble for two hours.

……The more you speak, the more angry.

Jiang Yinghe took another sip of tea, suppressing the fire in his heart, and then thought of the hope that he once felt very offensive... As a result, life has always been so ups and downs.

He took a sigh of relief, knowing that Li Huanhan's attitude of admitting mistakes had always been good, so he didn't bother to talk about him, and asked, "What about others?"

Li Huanhan took the teacup he had finished drinking, warmed it up again, and said, "I'm taking the medicine."

medicine……

Jiang Yinghe then remembered that in the things Tong Guiyu had sent over, there were not many such lubricating and healing medicine bottles, and they had been used almost the same last time.

He didn't say a word for a while, and then he remembered to ask the brother-in-chief what was the matter, and he heard the sound of the mysterious door opening.

The veil is half open, and there is a long screen outside. The screen shows the sunrise of the five mountains and the panoramic view of the mountains and rivers. This screen is not usually placed, and it was suddenly placed in the past few days.

Qin Jun's figure was faintly projected on the screen, and he came to his side in an instant.

Jiang Yinghe watched with his other hand pulling the veil beside him open, and when he saw that he put the medicine bottle aside, he stretched out his hand to pick up the quilt.

"do not move."

Jiang Yinghe subconsciously stopped the opponent, watching Qin Jun's hand pause, and then his eyes met.

He glanced at it and only gained 1% of the fusion degree, then looked at the culprit in front of him, and said, "Get out, I'll do it myself."

That's what he said last time. He thought that a few people would leave him obediently for a few days and not toss Bai Heyuyu to toss him. Unexpectedly, Qin Jun raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a very sincere tone: "Not this time."

Jiang Yinghe: "...reversed you?"

"It's too deep this time."

"..."

Qin Jun didn't change his face and heartbeat, as if he wasn't half embarrassed about what he was telling.

"Master can't apply medicine by himself."

Jiang Ying

crane:"……"

How did he say so affectionate, fresh and refined? What kind of soul can be divided into a great world... No wonder there is no Taoist companion.

Who can stand this.

Jiang Yinghe took a deep breath and said, "Whose fault is this."

"It belongs to the disciple." Qin Jun followed the kindness, "You should not test the depth of the master. The master is naturally...unfathomable."

"...Do you want to face it?" Jiang Yinghe felt that his blood pressure was rising. "If you talk nonsense, you will lie to me. I know that Xie Xiu is not a good thing...hiss, backache."

As soon as his words fell, Li Huanhan, who was beside him, surrounded him from one side and held the master in his arms and rubbed his waist.

Too hard.

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and said, "I believe you next time, I might as well turn upside down and follow your last name...I will get the medicine if you don't get out."

Qin Jun kept staring at him, and when he heard the words, he rolled his Adam's apple slightly, and said, "Okay."

When he lifted the quilt with his hand, the little cat on the side also leaned over to sell the fluffy on his body. Although Jiang Yinghe was angry, it was not too serious. He just felt that he couldn't cope with the situation and was a little bit distressed.

He was tangled by the big tail for a while, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the fluffy tail a few times until he felt the cold ointment touch the base of his leg.

There were signs of redness and swelling from the barb.

There was also a slight sting.

Jiang Yinghe was at a loss for a moment, and said: "You be lighter."

He took the medicine abruptly. It seemed that he remembered something from these four words. He calmly began to put on the eye drops: "Last night, the animal type was not used, so there is no need for medicine here."

The cat's tail in Jiang Yinghe's hand suddenly no longer fragrant, and he let go of the fluff in silence.

The little white cat looked at Qin Jun with wide eyes, as if he had found the only evidence of a little bit of fusion between himself and him. He changed back into a human form, his fingers held Jiang Yinghe's five fingers together, and they clasped them logically, and whispered: " Master, I was wrong. If it weren't for Brother Qin's instigation to start, I wouldn't be led astray..."

The master tricks, the fragrance of tea overflows.

A mountain is higher than a mountain.

Just as Jiang Yinghe looked at the culprit in front of him and became a little angry, he handed him a warmed tea cup, and the motion of rubbing his waist became softer.

Li Huanhan's low and gentle voice was in his ears.

"I said before that Qin Jun should be in charge of him, don't use animal forms, Qin Jun didn't care, he wouldn't listen."

He continued calmly: "Anyway, Long Ye has never listened to him."

Long night: "You..."

He had a sudden sentence, and after thinking about it for half a cup of tea, he didn't think clearly. What is the difference in technology? Why do you feel that you are in such a horrible place when you feel the integration?

Jiang Yinghe slowly pulled his fingers back from the palm of Chang Ye's palm, not wanting to pay too much attention to the cold tingling sensation of the application of the medicine. This idea was only just coming together, and was defeated again by the cold and greasy touch.

He subconsciously raised his foot and stepped on Qin Jun's wrist, and after holding it back, he said, "...it hurts me."

"...This way, it hurts no matter how you touch it."

"Now I know, why you couldn't think of it last night." Jiang Yinghe took a light breath and whispered, "One percent at a time, and eighty-eight percent. Every time I die like this, it's better to take advantage of my illness. To my life, come faster."

"One percent?" Li Huanhan asked in his ear.

"It's displayed by that system. This smart tool can show your progress of fusion... It hurts, Qin Jun..."

After being called by his full name, Qin Jun immediately stopped, raised his eyes and glanced at Li Huanhan, and said, "Fake gentleness?"

"It's not that you are really steady." Li Huanhan looked at Jiang Yinghe's frowning eyebrows, and continued to rub his waist, while saying: "Yesterday, the head of Zhou sent a new life card and soul lamp, which needs to be re-recorded."

Jiang Yinghe had been ridiculous with them for two days, and finally heard a serious matter. He turned around and paused in Li Huanhan's arms, whispering: "The waist still hurts."

Li Huanhan added a little strength and kissed the center of the opponent's forehead.

"After rebuilding, it will gradually get better."

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Jiang Yinghe has been raising for another three or five days, and this time he finally made up his mind, after he stopped being fooled easily, he finally recovered and was relaxed.

The kind of crushing that was overturned and rubbed by a truck was really tired, tired and painful, and it was not something ordinary people could do. Not to mention that he had three disciples, any one of them, Jiang Yinghe felt buzzing in his head when he thought of it.

Fortunately, I was not fooled anymore.

He re-burned the soul lamp and life card and sent them to the main hall of Penglai. Just after returning to Qingjing Cliff, he encountered Tong Guiyu's visit.

In terms of their cultivation base and age, the Hunyuan Immortal was really a bit diligent. Once he came over, he put a brand new script on the table and asked: "Is it true?"

At that time, Jiang Yinghe was flipping through the book for recasting swords, and his body was full of vitality and the air of ice and snow, and he looked as cold as he was before his reincarnation.

He raised his head, looked at Tong Guiyu, and asked faintly: "What's the matter?"

"Today, Mr. Ben told the bookstore that this material was obtained from you." Tong Guiyu looked at him suspiciously, "It's all talking outside, Li Huanhan, the senior brother of the Penglai School, take advantage of this. His master retreats and hides in the Baihe Yuyu Golden House... Jiao?"

Jiang Yinghe held the corner of the book without moving for a while, remembering the two disciples who gave the soul lamp life card that day.

"But as far as I know, you didn't go to retreat elsewhere, just stay at Qingjing Cliff, so to speak..." Tong Guiyu looked at him for a moment, "Li Huanhan, the wind critic was killed?"

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "Jinwu Cangjiao, no. But...it's not a victim of a wind critic."

He withdrew his gaze and was about to ask Tong Guiyu about some recasting. While turning the page blankly, he said in an indifferent tone: "Stand with a cult outside and let them go. If you eat the wrong couple, I will kill you. you."

Tong Guiyu: "...you say this with such a dusty appearance, it makes me a little disillusioned."

Jiang Yinghe put the page he wanted to ask on the table, his expression unchanged, and said: "There are more disillusioning things. Should we talk about business after we have discussed the business, or should I tell you first?"

Tong Guiyu is so calm and sensible, and as a master of current affairs, he naturally said: "Talk about business first, first business..."

Jiang Yinghe nodded, pointing to a line in the page and said: "Recasting the Wangchen Sword requires many treasures of ice and snow properties. I have counted the cultivation world, and there is not enough material for me to recast the Wangchen Sword. I don’t know what this article contains. Has anyone ever practiced using swords to forge swords?"

Tong Guiyu took the book and read it up and down for a long time. As the head teacher of the Acacia sect who collected swords and held a swords conference, he could naturally see the authenticity of the above methods with his eyesight, and answered truthfully: "Look. There is nothing unusual about it, and there is real hope of success. It's just that as far as I know, no one has practiced it."

Jiang Yinghe's own eyesight is also very accurate, but now that his cultivation base has not been restored, let Tong Guiyu confirm it by the way. Hearing this, he nodded and said: "It seems I am going to be the first one."

Tong Guiyu said: "The first one? You have chosen the sword? Recasting the Wangchen sword is sloppy, you..."

"How about using a dust-free sword?"

Tong Guiyu's words were stagnant, and he stood up suddenly, as if he had been greatly shocked, before he said, "Is that the sword of the Sword Immortal from the beginning?!"

Jiang Yinghe nodded as usual and said, "It is said that the town is under the snowy field."

"It's not just the town under the snowfield, the snowfield is shaped by the dust-free sword

It's a success..." Tong Guiyu took a breath and felt that his young friend deserves to be a sword repairer. He used half a Jinxian sword to recast himself. This sharp and outrageous aura, apart from sword repair, is rare. Dare it.

Jiang Yinghe was very plain, and said lightly: "Maybe, I just retrieved my own things. If it doesn't belong to me, try it again and think about other things, it doesn't count as burying Xuejian Wangchen."

Tong Guiyu sighed and said, "I wish you success, so now is it possible to talk about personal affairs? You have to tell me something sloppy so I can get my breath away."

"Irregular?"

Tong Guiyu looked at him helplessly, raised his hand to prop his chin, and said: "Yes, I'm already deprived to the point where I don't listen to yellow gossip for a day, and my heart will be unstable. The next moment I can die and lose my love. Hai, there are a large number of immortal monarch Xuanwei, why don't you save the fairy friends?

Jiang Yinghe only treated him as a joke, thought for a moment, and said, "...Well, actually, I'm the one above."

Tong Guiyu stayed silent for a long time, looked at him far-reachingly, and then said for a moment: "What this says...It's not reliable than Li is even colder than Jinwu."

Jiang Yinghe felt that his self-esteem had been challenged, and that he was indeed the one above, so he emphasized it again in an unpleasant tone.

Tong Guiyu was silent again, and said for a long while: "...Xiaohe, it's better...you better kill me."

The author has something to say: Tong Guiyu: Xiaohe, I really can’t accept it...

Hehe: ...you, can't you expand your narrow thinking? !