Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Sounds like well-intentioned teaching.

Chang Ye wrote this down in his heart, holding Jiang Yinghe's skirt fabric in his hand, looked up in his arms, and said with tears in his eyes: "Master, this disciple doesn't want to leave Master..."

Before Jiang Yinghe could answer, Li Huanhan's voice suddenly came from the side.

"I think this proposal is very good."

The blood-eyed man in black stood with his sword in his arms. He was just watching with no expression at first, but when Chang Ye threw himself into Jiang Yinghe's arms, his blood-eyed man darkened and walked to Jiang Yinghe's side.

There was a very faint fragrance on Jiang Yinghe's body.Like this kind of Daoist sword cultivator who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, upright and gentle, whether he makes a furnace or "eats it", it is indeed full of temptation.

Qin Jun is an evil spirit full of ghosts, this little junior who is always acting like a baby is not a good thing, I don't know what they are thinking about him-the master said that he is the only one, but he still attracts so many evil spirits who don't know the details. build……

Li Huanhan stared at Jiang Yinghe's hand to comfort Chang Ye, his cold and calm nerves seemed to be burned by flames, and felt that this "junior brother" was an eyesore.

"I also really want to teach my mentor and younger brother well." Li Huanhan raised his eyes, "Master?"

Jiang Yinghe had made his little apprentice cling to him for so long, so he naturally knew that it would be better for him to learn to be independent early on. Now that he heard what the two of them said, even though he looked at Chang Ye with aggrieved faces, he still understood what was important.

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

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

The gray-haired man licked his lips, looking at Jiang Yinghe with a hint of hunger, which disgusted Chang Ye even more than the cold-faced and murderous Li Huanhan.

After the little boy buried in his arms reluctantly agreed, Jiang Yinghe turned his head up and glanced under the Qingjing Cliff with his spiritual sense. He really felt that many disciples gathered around because of the roar of the monster. Looking at the discussion here.

"Jun'er..."

"Disciple understands." Qin Jun said casually, "Let's take this monster away to see our Penglai mountain gate."

He looked into Jiang Yinghe's eyes, and for a moment his eyes met those bright black eyes, and his tone that he had spoken casually softened for a moment.

"...not to kill." He thought for a while, then added,

"Listen to Master."

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The monster that was captured by Qin Jun back to Penglai saved its life, but it also signed a contract with the head of Zhou to guard the mountain gate for the Penglai faction, and turned into a giant monster stone sculpture outside the main hall of Penglai, without knowing it As intoxicated here.

But as long as someone else enters Penglai, the monster will abide by its contract and do its best to protect the disciples of Penglai for a period of 300 years.

300 years is enough to make those young talents fall halfway, enough to make the dynasties of the world change, and things are different. But for the Yaozu, a mere 300 years is like a snap of the fingers.

It is also because of this giant monster stone carving that the Penglai disciples' impression of Senior Brother Qin is getting more and more biased. Senior Brother Qin looks safe, neat and decisive, but there is an aura all over his body that makes people dare not approach him. The degree of horror is even worse than those evil monsters and beasts that were broken under the chopping sword.

The Penglai faction privately rumored that Senior Brother Qin was frightening when he was not smiling, and even more frightening when he was smiling.

As for the last Junior Brother Chang Ye, the Penglai disciples haven't seen him very much so far, it's just hearsay.

Day and night change, the moon is bright in the cold night.

The luminous pearl that Jun'er put in the fairy mansion was embedded in the wall, and she still calmly took away the original lampstand.After Jiang Yinghe left the customs, he found that many subtle details in the residence had been secretly changed by Jun'er.

Successful monks can often avoid sleep, and can replace it with closing their eyes and resting their minds, but it will make people feel tired.But Jiang Yinghe still retains the habit of sleeping, and his work and rest is the standard nine in the evening and six in the morning - after time travel and losing his mobile phone, he has never had a rest so early.

Qingjing Cliff has always been very quiet, the crane spirit guarding outside has fallen asleep, and the pearls inlaid on the wall are emitting a quiet brilliance.

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

Jiang Yinghe only released a little bit of consciousness, so when he felt the other party's chaotic breathing, he raised his eyes and saw the figure curled up beside the bed.

Chang Yemo's hair was pitch-black, half of his cheeks were covered by a mask, and the spirit seal of body protection on his forehead glowed faintly.His well-shaped eyes drooped down, hugging his knees, bloodstains were bitten on Dan's lips.

Like a wounded cub, he will always run to his most trusted person when he is sad.

Jiang Yinghe's tiredness was instantly swept away. He reached out his hand, lifted Chang Ye's black hair, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

His breathing was chaotic, as if he was enduring pain, and his body was 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 looked up at him, as if holding back for a long time, 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 hard, my whole body will be frozen."

This is the sequelae of being frozen, and the degree of fragility is similar to that of Jun'er's Ten Thousand Ghosts.Jiang Yinghe's heart tightened. Even though he always felt that things were man-made, at this moment he sighed with pity and pity.

The little apprentice could act like a baby and cry out for pain, but the other two often kept silent and carried it down alone... Jiang Yinghe sighed, took Changye's palm, and channeled his spiritual power into it.

He is the fairy king of the Void Realm, and things like connecting the meridians and warming the body are just trivial things for him, but for them, the things they have to bear in the future will be even more difficult than they are now.

He didn't notice at all that the little apprentice, who was aggrieved and screaming in pain just now, could no longer see any tears in those black and pure eyes, but a long stare that contrasted with his appearance.

In Changye's immature body soaked in cold, there happened to be a true spirit that had been dormant for ages, the soul of an ancient great monster.His curiosity turned sour, he didn't feel pain in his body at this moment, but wanted to turn him into a prototype and throw him down, to see if the white as frost body could be licked with red and swollen marks by the barbs on his tongue.

He stared at it for a while, and it took a while to come back to his senses.It's not that I'm hungry, why do I want to lick him?

Jiang Yinghe didn't notice it, and while he was repairing the meridians of the little apprentice, he rolled up his sleeves for him, and suddenly found that the other's fair arms were covered with fine sword wounds.

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

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

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

"Senior Brother Li is strict, but he is still a good person." Chang Ye is well versed in the filters in Master's eyes, and said euphemistically, "Senior Brother Qin is just a bit fierce, but he is not as scary as the rumors say."

Jiang Yinghe had recently stabilized his realm and stayed at home. He was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: "Rumors?"

Chang Ye nodded: "I heard from other senior brothers that Senior Brother Li is only good to Master and is indifferent to everyone else. Senior Brother Qin... is a bit arrogant and always doesn't take anyone seriously

...Uh, Master, shouldn't I speak ill of the two senior brothers? "

His eyes were bright and clear, and he could see the bottom at a glance. He seemed to really feel that this was an unintentional mistake, and he was a little embarrassed.

Jiang Yinghe was single for more than 20 years when he did not time travel. After coming here, he only wanted to go home. He has lived for more than 1000 years and has no experience. He is full of straight male attributes. Naturally, he feels that the little apprentice is really guilty, and comforts him: "It's okay. , if there are really deviations in the mind, Master will teach them, but people in the world often have prejudices when looking at geniuses..."

Changye lay in his arms, enveloped by the faint fragrance of his body, feeling very satisfied, so he didn't care too much about whether his words had any effect, but hugged him a little tighter, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Lord, can I sleep with you?"

Before Jiang Yinghe could respond, Chang Ye hurriedly 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 hold on to a few words, but was softened by Changye's words. He felt that this 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 make an exception."

"Ok!"

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

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

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

Chang Ye obediently gave an "um" and asked, "Are you going to choose a sword for the disciple?"

"Yes." Jiang Yinghe said, "Huanhan's saber is No. 30 seven on the scroll of sword observation, called Wanwu Canxia. Jun'er's saber is No. 30 nine, named Junzi Post."

Hearing what he said, Changye knew that his two "good senior brothers" had concealed a lot of things. The blood sword in Li Huanhan's hand had countless restraints, and the devilish energy was overwhelming. discoloration.The silver-gray long sword worn by Qin Jun's waist looks ordinary, but it has a ghostly aura inside. It is clear that the sword is awakened with the spirit of resentment, and it can never be a "gentleman's post".

It's just that the two of them changed the shape of their sabers, and the restrictions they imposed were too harsh. Even if Jiang Yinghe's realm is not low, in the

How could he discover the true faces of these two disciples when he had no intention of suspecting them.

Changye suddenly felt that the two of them were not like good people. The deception and concealment methods were done in a watertight manner, and they must have ulterior motives and ulterior motives.When he thought of this, he also thought about how to take out his talisman "Duansheli"...

"Let's rest." Jiang Yinghe had a feeling of coaxing the child, and said softly, "Your senior brother Qin took the Ye Mingzhu back. Why do you keep looking at it? It's too bright?"

Changye turned his head when he heard the words, and hastily withdrew his gaze. He was about to say "it's not very bright", but he suddenly asked, "Is that... Dragon Ball?"

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

Chang Ye glanced at the dragon ball again thoughtfully, his eyes lingered on it for a moment, then leaned into Master's arms, and whispered: "Master, please replace it? It's too bright."

After a while, Changye almost thought he was asleep, when he heard a very faint but gentle voice.

"……it is good."