Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples - Chapter 47

He stretched out his hand and connected Qin Jun to the place where the bone was broken. The original cold expression was also relaxed. He asked, “Fight?”

Qin Jun whispered: “Brothers advise.”

Jiang Yinghe turned around and walked in front of Li Huanhan, watching him standing motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Guidance?” Jiang Yinghe watched him put away the blood sword, held up the other hand, and as he used to dive into it with spiritual force, he found that the turbid gas accumulated in the body of the devil.

His hand was frost-white and slender, with a cold (color) luster. Li Huanhan’s eyes dropped a few inches and stopped on the back of his hand, remembering that Jiang Yinghe didn’t like blood stains.

But at this moment, Master’s palms were stained with his own blood again. I don’t know how many times.

He exhaled deeply, his tone slowed down and said, “Well, advise.”

Jiang Yinghe originally made these two people popular, but looking at the present scene, he could not say words like punishment. He cleared the turbid gas in the disciple’s body and guided it, and said with a straight face: “Do you teach or learn, or do you want to tear down the house? The next time you fight like this, you will let the seat roll out of the clean cliff.

Li Huanhan looked at him for a long while, and the expression on his face, which was always deep and cold, slowly warmed up, and returned to the calm and gentle appearance that Jiang Yinghe had impressed.

“It’s the disciple’s fault.” Li Huanhan said, “It’s just too much to learn from each other.”

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, and after learning this, he just wanted to go back and look at the other one, but Li Huanhan suddenly took his hand, and the breath inside the other party became disordered again.

Jiang Yinghe :!

He hurriedly passed Lingli over, not noticing the gentle man who spoke to him softly, as he gazed over, his eyes were unpredictable.

Li Huanhan stared at his lowered eyelashes, and again smelled the cold fragrance of Master. Jiang Yinghe’s lips are thin, and his blood (color) is not heavy, like a plum blossom.

It is in these lips, saying “The way of life is always yours, the way of heaven cannot be moved”, saying “You are my only apprentice” …

In the more than sixty years of reincarnation, these (thin bao) lips have said so many things that no one has ever said to Li Huanhan. He slowly touched (touched Mo) to Jiang Yinghe, confirmed that there was such a person, and spent decades arranging the other person into his territory until …

Li Huanhan raised his eyes, and saw Jiang Yinghe’s slow Qin Jun lips, the tyranny and cruelty in his heart rising.

Behind Jiang Yinghe, the younger gray-eyed young man who was relatively silent and did not speak, stopped his eyes on his slender and sturdy back, and collided with Li Huanhan’s eyes carelessly, without fear. Lu) sneered and licked his lips provocatively, as if mocking Mo Xiu’s disguise.

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Qingyingya was rebuilt by Jiang Yinghe with a spell, but it didn’t matter. It was only that he thought he had resolved the contradiction between their brothers and sisters, but he did not notice the peace between the two, but only maintained it on the surface.

When the night was cold and the wind was cold, the Xian House was rebuilt and the rebuilding of the hanging sword platform, Qin Jun was running Zhou Tian under the eyes of Jiang Yinghe and practicing forging.

His body is between the youth and the juvenile. From the appearance, it is indeed a (strong qiang) strong body, slender and thin, and there is a dangerous suppression force between the eyebrows and eyes. .

But after all, this is a young man who was swallowed up by the grievances of the ghost clan, and all the ghosts invaded the gods.

In Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, both his soul and foundation foundation were very fragile. Even if he learned from his brother, he was probably the one who suffered.

As he thought about it, he placed the Forgetful Sword on his knees, hung the sword made of cold jade mirror stone on the hilt, and slid his fingers through the knots woven on it.

Jiang Yinghe had just worn the sword pendant and heard Qin Jun’s voice.

“Master.” When he called these words, he did not have the tenderness of Li Huanhan, but instead looked like an unpredictable cold abyss, gradually sinking.

Jiang Yinghe raised his head in response, seeing that Qin Jun had finished running for a week, and his gray eyes were staring at the snow sword in his hand.

“Li … my elder brother,” he changed his mouth in good manner, “what kind of person is he?”

When Jiang Yinghe heard this sentence at first glance, he thought that he was frightened. For the harmony between the brothers and sisters, he explained to Jun’er very patiently: “Your brother? He is very gentle.”

Qin Jun was startled: “Gentle?”

He recalled that during the day, the magic repaired red eyes, and the whole body (shasha) machine almost condensed into substance, and he could not see any point that was related to the word tenderness.

On the contrary, Jiang Yinghe looks cold on the surface, but in the manners and words of the conversation, there is always a very soft atmosphere, not like the right way in the realm of truth, it seems that it is in an extremely orderly social environment. Growing up, let this evil spirit who sees the sun shine out of hunger from body and mind … maybe this is “gentle”.

Qin Jun stared at his fingertips, watching the white finger flick on the sword pendant.

“Your brother cares about your fellow students. This two-year experience of the Taixu secret realm is also the leader of the cold.” Jiang Yinghe said, “As for today, he just wants to advise you that he has a reasonable start.”

Qin Jun recalled again … If neither of them was just superficial strength, I am afraid that his starting point is simply to fight to death.

This mischievous demon repairer pretended to be quite like that. Qin Jun licked his teeth and said nothing under his chin.

Moxiu’s approach to the right path, especially Jiang Yinghe’s right path, is nothing more than two ideas, one is to borrow the land to rebuild, and finally plunder the killing (sha), and the other is to wait until the full prosperity is restored, and then make this fairy king circle a furnace.

Judging from Li Huanhan’s reaction, it was more like the second kind … Qin Jun raised his eyes and glanced across Jiang Yinghe’s face, facing his eyes.

Cool and calm, bright eyes like stars.

Qin Jun’s vision flickered for a moment. He didn’t take it back, but looked at it silently for a while, before saying: “… What about Master Zun to Brother? Do you like him a lot?”

This is a delicacy that he puts in his palm, and it never makes sense to others.

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the name and the training bar displayed in the upper right corner of the system. He thought of the scene when Qin Jun was rescued. He felt that the child was insecure, so he spoke softly and replied: “Jun’er and Hanhan are the same. As long as you are obedient, Master will like it. ”

The words “obedient” are often harsh to Qin Jun, but the word “like” followed by “obedient” is unprecedented.

His throat twitched, approaching Jiang Yinghe’s hand in the past, turning over his hand that touched (touching Mo) the sword pendant, lowering his head and licking this frost-white slightly cold wrist.

Jiang Yinghe is familiar with his physique, and he is also familiar with Qin Jun ’s style of acting faster than words. He does not feel offended, but raises (touches Mo) (touches Mo) his hair with his other hand, and whispers: ” If you work hard, you can gradually rely on your own strength to shake the fate of your destiny. ”

When Jiang Yinghe said these words, he was not only comforting him, but also comforting himself.

After so many years of hopelessness, his mentality has changed several times, and finally he can only concentrate on Xiang Dao, but he does not know whether the end of Xiang Dao is really the way home.

Now when I finally see another hope, seeing them is like seeing my first self.

When Qin Jun’s teeth punctured his skin, he was hearing Jiang Yinghe’s gentle voice.

“Heaven is ruthless, and man will win the sky.”

Qin Jun’s movement paused, and he repeated in a dumb voice: “A person will win the sky?”

Bright red blood beads condensed in front of eyes.

Jiang Yinghe nodded his head, and did not feel that his idea was wrong: “Did you want to say that Fa is natural? In fact, in my hometown, this idea is more prevalent.”

He continued: “Whether it is a natural disaster, or a torture. The weight of the four words of God’s intentions is far less important than you think.”

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the cold moonlight above the cold wall of Xuanmen.

“Three thousand years ago, the Lord of the Ghost Sect of the world fell under the heavenly thunder. The legend is only because he was a evil spirit and was not recognized by the Dao species. But he was born to be a prototype, and he cannot decide, just like Jun’er Neither can you … ”

His words were not exhausted. Qin Jun, who was licking the blood quietly and calmly, stopped his movements suddenly, raised his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then said, “But he still fell.”

Jiang Yinghe thought he was resistant to ghost cultivation, and said: “It is rare to be able to reach the stage of joint doctrine. Climbing to this point is a pity, but it is not regrettable.”

The lamp and candle were secluded, and the cold moonlight passed through the inner wall of the Immortal Mansion and dropped into the front of the Xuanmen.

Qin Jun did not speak, and Jiang Yinghe was used to his often silent style of painting. He stood up and put the Forgetting Sword on the hanging sword platform. The iron gray (color) eyes were not far away, staring at his back.

Qin Jun glanced at the sword pendant on Xuejian and suddenly felt that the thing was very dazzling.

Tea sets, chess sets, even soft mattresses, and clean tables for meditation are all friendships between Li Huanhan and Jiang Yinghe. The magic repair took time and was arranged a little.

And now, Qin Jun couldn’t help it … born a ruined thought.

A black-eyed blood-eyed man stood holding a sword, and was originally just watching with a blank expression. When he saw the long night rushing into Jiang Yinghe’s arms, his blood eyes dimmed and walked to Jiang Yinghe.

Jiang Yinghe had a very light fragrance. The Daomen Jianxiu, which is cold outside and hot inside, is upright and gentle, whether it is a circle or a “eat”, it is indeed full of temptations.

Qin Jun is a ghostly evil spirit. This young cousin who is always coquettish is not a good thing, I do n’t know what he is thinking about him-Master said that he is the only one, but he has attracted so many unknowns. Evil repair …

Li Huanhan stared at Jiang Yinghe’s hand that appeased Long Ye. His nerves, which had always been cold and waveless, were being burned by flames. He felt that this “brother” was very unsightly.

“I also want to teach my younger brother well.” Li Huanhan raised his eyes, “Master?”

Jiang Yinghe let his young apprentice stick for so long, naturally knowing that it was better to let him learn to be independent early. Now, after listening to the words of the two of them, even looking at the long face with grievances, it is still very important.

“Obey.” He rubbed the teenager’s hair. “You cannot be too dependent on me at your age.”

Blinking in the middle of the night, Jiang Yinghe’s waist wanted to finally struggle, but his eyes fell down on the monster’s body along the ground, and then looked at Qin Jun.

The gray-haired man licked his lips and looked at Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, which always smelled a little bit hungry, which made Long Ye feel more disgusted than Li Huanhan, who was cold-faced (sha sha).

After the little boy buried in his arms reluctantly agreed, Jiang Yinghe turned his head up and glanced under the Qingjing Cliff with his consciousness. Sure enough, he felt that many disciples gathered together because of the roar of the monster , Looking at the discussion here.

“Jun’er …”

“The disciple understands.” Qin Jun said casually, “This took the demon tribe away to see our Penglai mountain gate.”

He looked at Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, and his eyes met those bright ink (color) eyes for a moment, and his casual tone of voice lightened for a moment.

“… No (kill sha).” He thought for a while and added, “Listen to Master.”

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The monster that was captured by Penglai by Qin Jun saved his life, but also signed a contract with Zhou Zhangmen to guard the mountain gate of the Penglai faction, and turned into a giant demon stone carving outside the main hall of Penglai. Shen Shen is here.

But as long as someone else enters Penglai, the monster must follow their own contract and spare no effort to protect Penglai’s disciples for three hundred years.

Three hundred years is enough for those young talents to fall in the middle, enough for people to change their dynasty, and things are right and wrong, but for the demon clan, for three hundred years, it seems to be a snap.

It is also because of this giant demon stone carving that Penglai disciples’ impression of Brother Qin has become more and more deviated. Brother Qin looks safe and decisive and acts decisively, but there is a breath of people who dare not come close. The level of terror is even worse than those of the evil monsters that have broken under the sword of luck.

Penglai faction rumored that Brother Qin was afraid when he didn’t laugh, and even more so when he laughed.

As for the last night of the introduction of the young night teacher, the Penglai disciples have not seen this one yet, but it is just a hearsay.

Day and night change, cold night and moon.

The night pearl that Jun’er placed in Xianfu was embedded in the wall, and the original lampstand was taken away quietly. After Jiang Yinghe went out, he discovered that many subtle details in his residence had been secretly changed by Jun’er.

Successful monks can often avoid (sleep Shui) sleep, and can be replaced by closing their eyes and recuperating, but it will make people feel tired. But Jiang Yinghe still retains the habit of (sleeping Shui) to sleep, and his daily schedule is nine to six in the evening. After crossing and losing his mobile phone, he never passed so early.

Qingjingya has always been very quiet, the crane spirit guarding outside has entered (sleeping Shui), and the pearls embedded in the walls reveal a glorious glory.