Chapter 38: Thirty-eighth

The dark-haired teenager cleverly packed up the packages, stood at the door of the inn and waited for the master. There was no complaint about the walks in the past few months, nor did he ask why. +++ Cartino Novel Network EbookFREE.me
Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart: good and sweet, how could the little apprentices he met so good.
He glanced at the display of the system and saw that the gray (colored) third empty space bar was finally unlocked. He took another step away from home and felt better. He stretched out his hand and held Long Ye's hand.
Long night turned his head and called "Master", then looked away and looked at the opponent's frost-white and slightly cold hands.
It was the early morning at the moment, and there was a ray of light behind him, and a fragrant cold fragrance was beside him. Long Night is like a little waking early beast, imprinting the other party's breath in his mind.
Four months later, Dongzhou Penglai.
The closer to the Penglai faction, the more inaccessible it becomes. The surrounding mountains piled up and Zhong Lingyuxiu, until a stone was seen standing on the mountain, as if flying, there was a deep engraving of "Panasonic asked the boy".
Cross the stele and enter the Penglai realm. Under a quaint Jinsong, a green boy in green clothes sat on a stone, and when he saw Jiang Yinghe, he quickly stood up and saluted him, saying, "Congratulations to Xianjun for coming out of the customs, and a few days before Zhou took charge, Let me wait for you. Is this ...? "
Long night seems to be only sixteen or seven years old, but it is tall, not to mention the appearance, it is often difficult to determine the age of a monk.
"It's a young apprentice." Jiang Yinghe introduced it concisely, lowered his hand and comfortably pressed Chang Ye's shoulder, and led him through the large array of Penglai Mountain Gate.
After crossing the array, the vision changed suddenly, and Jiang Yinghe's hand grasped Jiang Yinghe suddenly tightened in the night, and then slowly released after the reaction.
Jiang Yinghe deliberately asked him to adapt, and while taking Long Night back to Qingya Cliff, he taught him how to recognize the way. All the disciples encountered along the way bowed to salute and congratulated him. Xuanwei Xianjun went out of the customs and brought a news of a young apprentice, and soon spread throughout Penglai.
Everything on the clear cliff is still the same, and the few crane spirits are brought to rest by the Xuanmen. Jiang Yinghe had just opened Baihe Yuyu's door, and he noticed something. He raised his eyes and saw Brother Xiaoyun sitting on the side of Xuanjiantai with a sad face.
Brother Xiaoyun's appearance is somewhat different from that of a hundred years ago. His black hair is doped with a few strands of silver, as if it has been extremely laborious recently.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows slightly: "Brother, you ..."
At this sound, Yun kept discovering that he came back. Suddenly he was stunned for a while, and then rushed to the past: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhterterwirst ,, my life, it was so
Jiang Yinghe didn't change his face (color), skillfully reached out to grab his back collar, hung the man in midair, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Brother Xiaoyun was picked up by him, and was once again hit, and sighed deeply: "Brother, Li Huanhan and Qin Jun have all broken through Yuanying."
Even when Jiang Yinghe heard it, there was a moment of consternation. He frowned: "So fast."
Before he closed, he left Juner with a bottle of Dao's blood. He didn't expect him to come back from the robbery.
"It's more than that!" Yun kept resentful, "they don't always stay behind in Penglai. Your apprentice is practicing every day. When he comes back, he goes to the clean cliff and piles up treasures. The dragon under the sea, put the dragon ball in your house as a lamp! I feel more and more that my little uncle's identity is deeply buried by insults and has been hit by a huge blow ... Hey, who is this? "
Yun kept looking at the long night wearing a half-face mask, and then looked at his cool and handsome brother Gao Linghua, and asked hardly, "This is ... your ..."
"My little apprentice." Jiang Yinghe let go of his hand and turned (touching Mo) (touching Mo) into the dark hair of the night, "I brought it back from the ice field."
Yun repeatedly patted the dust that didn't exist on the white clothes, and looked at the "little apprentice". An ominous hunch suddenly emerged in his heart.
"... Brother."
Jiang Yinghe: "Huh?"
"I pinched my fingers for a while, and Li Huanhan seemed to be back."
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that Brother Xiaoyun was using the escape method like an electric shock, and turned into a clear and swift departure from the scene. He hadn't figured out what was worth running for a long time.
He is also gentle and friendly, caring for his fellow students, and he often learns from his teachers, and tries his best to leave no room. This is a good thing for Long Ye.
While Jiang Yinghe was thinking about it, the long night beside him suddenly felt a violent (killing sha) meaning, the kind of killing (killing sha) machine that could chill his back.
Long night turned his head and glanced at the direction of Xuanmen. At that moment, a (stained) sword suddenly rushed in from outside Xuanmen, carrying the horror breath of the sea of ​​corpse mountain, shocking the air out of the sword The instrument whispered, and then clattered, (plug cha) fell in front of the long night, the violent and evil spirit wrapped around the sword could almost make it called a monster.
But Long Ye knew that this sword had been disguised. In Jiang Yinghe's eyes, this is definitely not the case. Otherwise, with these days of his understanding of Jiang Yinghe's personality, this blood sword will never appear on Qingjingya.
He raised his eyes and saw a red-eyed man in black clothes appear in front of him. His eyes stayed on Master, and he never seemed to see himself.
Only during the conversation with Jiang Yinghe, this blood-red monster will turn his head and glance over with a gaze that mixes (kills) heart, coldness, and infinite jealousy.
It looks like rolling magma beneath the ice.
The throat in the long night tightened, and the soul recovered from the next world slowly opened his eyes in his body, (exposing) the sly gesture of the ancient fierce beast
He smiled at the monster hiding his sex.

The night when Jiang Yinghe came back, it was raining on Qingjing Cliff.
I have n’t seen it for a hundred years, and my still-sexy (sexual) feelings have not changed. I took the long night to the new residence with care and love. Now that the long night has entered the Daomen, it is time for the society to be independent and cultivate.
The night rains were numerous, and it sounded a little sleepy in the ear. Jiang Yinghe took out the self-recording scripts collected over the years in the storage device and began the third review.
No way, he hasn't purchased a periodical for nearly a hundred years. He can only look at what he has seen before. There is no mobile phone, computer, and Internet. This is how the life of the realm is to cultivate the body and mind.
Jiang Yinghe just glanced at the jade case and saw another new book opened. He took a look at it curiously, thinking that it should have been falling endlessly, and turned back to the cover and looked at the title of the book.
"The days when I was loved by three big men in the realm"
... the style is a bit familiar.
Jiang Yinghe opened the first page with a little daze, and the system that had been silent suddenly lit up, and a slightly excited voice was played with artificially synthesized audio: "Yes, this is the taste!"
Jiang Yinghe choked for a while, and asked, "Do you all read this book?"
System: "... What do you want to see? Online education? How to become a good master?"
Jiang Yinghe thought about it for a moment and nodded: "If it is useful, I really want to see it."
He reached out and flipped through the book roughly. It contained a lingering love story. Unexpectedly, his endless hobby and the girls of the earth he knew were so unified. Is this the true style of the realm?
Jiang Yinghe thought about it while turning, and the movement stopped on the last page.
The last page of the blue leather threaded book is written with a spirit ball pen, and the face (color) is red gold, with a line of dragons and phoenixes on the line: the list of centuries of excellence in the realm.
This last page is folded, counting backwards from the bottom. Jiang Yinghe knew something. First, after seeing a few people, he opened the inside page to find his apprentice.
Breaking through Yuanying in such a short period of time, this peerless genius, this small book will definitely have, and will be very front, maybe it will be the top three ...
With a hint of excitement and anticipation, Jiang Yinghe unfolded to the innermost page, and really saw the names of Li Huanhan and Qin Jun, Li Huanhan was second, Qin Jun was fifth, and the name was Xuan (color) 'S pen traced it again.
Jiang Yinghe froze for a moment, and saw the small print on the side of Li Huanhan's name: Shi Chengxuan Wei Xianjun, Yuan Ying's consummation, peerless genius. Ignore life and death and have no kindness. The body of the heavenly demon has nothing to do with the avenue, so it ranks down.
Jiang Yinghe was cold in his heart, looking at the comment quietly, his eyes stopped on the sentence of "the body of the heavenly demon, not related to the avenue", and then slowly looked away and looked at Qin Jun's comment.
Qin Jun wrote on the other side: Master Chengxuan Wei Xianjun, the late Yuan Ying, peerless genius. In extreme cases, Yi Jian walks sternly, arrogantly conceited, incapable of life, a ghostly body, and a (flesh) fragile body, mostly damaged in the middle period, and has no chance with the avenue, so he ranks down.
Jiang Yinghe's mood was completely different from when he first discovered it. He put the book together and exhaled deeply, then whispered: "... Why can't such a talent, such diligence, be related to the road?"
He raised his eyes and looked out the window, and suddenly heard a soft footstep in the night rain.
Xuan Men rang, and a figure of a slightly wet boy appeared.
Standing at the door of Xuanmen for a long time, the dark hair was a little damp, and he looked at Jiang Yinghe with bright eyes.
It was like every cold night on the way back to Penglai. The juvenile took off his coat soaked in raindrops, crawled on the bed, and got into the quilt of the master.
"Long Night," Jiang Yinghe said helplessly, "Can't talk to Master (sleeping Shui) anymore."
A quilt in the quilt wriggled twice, then emerged from Jiang Yinghe's arms. The little boy's eyes were dark and black, pleading with pity.
"Master, I'm still a little scared." Long Ye blinked, "And Brother Li is terrible."
Jiang Yinghe (touched Mo) (touched Mo) his hair, thinking of the world's prejudice against the body of the devil, he sighed and said: "Actually, it's still cold (sexuality) is very good, you don't care too much about the surface."
Long night watching Jiang Yinghe say this sentence, and once again made a new speculation about the monster's attempt-this Moxiu wouldn't want to deceive him into a buddy, use people as furnaces ......
His ideas coincided with Qin Jun strangely, and there was only extremely bad speculation between each other.
Long night outstretched his hand, (revealed) the sword wound on his arm, and said aggrievedly: "Master, Brother Li, it hurts to beat someone, can you blow me ..."
His eyes were bright and frank, like a pure and pure lake.
Qingrun and cold, unstained, is the dream of many young people.
Xiao Xuanyu's throat knot rolled and smiled dullly: "Okay, I want to see how much you miss me."
Before his words fell, he saw a lonely cold sword light coming forth.
Jiang Yinghe didn't wear a Taoist suit, he was wearing a white coat, the corners of his clothes were flying, his thin wrists were exposed from the wide sleeves, and the Daomen's sword gas was overwhelmed by the overwhelming force, making it almost nowhere to hide.
The same is a hole in the virtual realm, and the means of magic repair will always be more radical. As soon as the two started, they made a real fire. Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows didn't move, and his expression was so quiet that he thought of him.
Even if there is an enchantment outside, the aftermath of the two players will level the illusion scene inside. The sound wave of the magic instrument pipa is tangled everywhere, cut by the cold light of the Forgotten Sword, and approaching the door.
Jianguang rubbed his cheeks and wiped a blood stain on Xiao Xuanyu's cheeks.
He raised his hand and wiped the bloodstain, one corner of his lips (gougou), licked the bloodstain on his fingertips and licked, suddenly said: "Little Crane, you are too nervous to guard. This illusion does not have those weird functions, you do n’t have to be too careful it……"
In the cold wilderness, Xiao Xuanyu was facing forward the sword light split by the Forgetful Sword. As he stepped closer, Jiang Yinghe also suddenly felt an unusual feeling.
It stands to reason that the illusion can be used as a maze and can erode others' minds. Jiang Yinghe had all the precautions, but the other party's attitude was so fearless, but it caused him a trace of suspicion.
... Is there something that is not taken into account? Pipa sound waves, magic repair methods ...
There seemed to be something caught in his mind, but it seemed not. Jiang Yinghe glared at the past, and when he just wanted to speak, the icy and cold Dao body suddenly filled with a strange heat.
hiss--
The faint obscenity on the other party came over, and he finally remembered his omission.
The breath of Xiao Xuanyu's body was originally a technique of illusion of the deeply hidden Acacia Sect.
Jiang Yinghe's body was stagnant, and the Forgetful Sword shuddered slightly, and he was backhanded (cha) into the wilderness reflecting the moonlight.
Moon (color) flows slowly from his long hair like black hair on the temple side, reflecting the tight peaks of the cold eyebrows.
Those cold and impassive eyes, because of this (strong qiang) illusion of illusion has a wet and moist feeling. (Thin bao) Lips (dry gan) are dry and soft, slightly open at this moment and take a deep breath.
If someone had broken the white crane's narrow neck and climbed the snow-covered plum blossom, it might be possible to understand the picture in front of Xiao Xuanyu at this moment.
Leng Yueguang was caged on Jiang Yinghe's white clothes, and the fragrant fragrance slowly spread out.
A strange breath approached.
"Xiaohe," the other said, "I can't beat you for thousands of years of sword repair. But you haven't changed your heart (sexuality) for more than a thousand years."
The breath drew closer, and his voice was low.
"You always think people are too good, too naive, and too kind. Those who are willing to use the following means to get you are not only me? I just do what everyone wants to do ..."
"Do you know what you thought when you and Brother Tong were on the same level? ... I already thought (killed) him at that time."
He raised his hand and brushed Jiang Yinghe's hair on the side of his cheek: "Still fighting? This is the seven-day Acacia of the Hehuan Sect. I made it a secret way."
He smirked, staring at Jiang Yinghe's slightly trembling eye feathers, seeing Xue Jian Wangchen supporting his body humming angrily, and had a kind of strong satisfaction fulfilling a long-cherished wish.
He leaned close, and when he was near, he heard Jiang Yinghe's cold words.
"So you know you're doing it." He raised his eyes. "This is also a means?"
As Jiang Yinghe's words fell, his hand holding the sword clenched the Forgetful Sword, and the chill spreading from the sword suddenly rushed, holding his hand back to the forearm, all covered with a thin layer of frost.