Chapter 42: Forty-second

The entire clear cliff was cut by the sword blade, and the original Xianfu cave became a fragment of the wall, and the land where the two men fought was even messy.
His second apprentice, who had just been in class for two years and had just built a foundation, had several bones broken, and the spiritual power within the foundation foundation was exhausted and almost exhausted.
Jiang Yinghe lifted Qin Jun and looked up at Li Huanhan.When he was about to attack, he saw that the skin on the surface of his sword arm was torn apart. Dropping down, it seems like a rebirth.
Jiang Yinghe jumped in his heart, thinking that he broke into the Taixu secret realm. Although his body was not damaged, there appeared to be something wrong. Otherwise, with Qin Jun's current practice, how could Li Huanhan be injured again?
He stretched out his hand and connected Qin Jun to the place where the bone broke. The original cold expression was also relaxed, and asked: "Fight?"
Qin Jun whispered: "Brothers advise."
Jiang Yinghe turned around and walked in front of Li Huanhan, watching him standing motionless, his eyes blurred obscurely, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Guidance?" Jiang Yinghe watched him put away the blood sword, then took 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Jiang Yinghe originally made these two people popular, but looking at the scene now, he could not say words like punishment. He cleared away the turbid air inside the apprentice, 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 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.

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.
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, his whole body (shasha) machine almost condensed into substance, and he could not see any point that was related to the word gentle.
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 these four words is not as heavy as 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.
Li Huanhan stood in front of him, wearing a black robe. His eyes are as bright as blood, extremely unpredictable, and only when he falls on Jiang Yinghe's body, can he show (expose) a special kind of tenderness.
"Master," he said in a low voice. "That man slanders you, and I will ..."
Li Huanhan only said these two words, which was enough to soften Jiang Yinghe's heart.
The lights were faint and reflected in Li Huanhan's eyes. He watched Master Slender's long and thin knuckles bend slightly, and a big counter-intuitive thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
These hands are suitable for holding swords, more suitable for being pressed on the softest bed of the Tenma, and picking up the futon in vain ... suitable for being kissed by kisses red, and suitable for being inch by his hand Covered, tapped a little bit ...
The blood (color) in his eyes gloomed for a moment, and finally faded away quickly. Li Huanhan raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yinghe's slightly scattered clothes and hair, his cold but soft eyes reflected his figure.
"How can I lose my mind because of me? (强 qiang) in his early days."
Although Jiang Yinghe still blamed him, his expression had eased. He spread the unfolded sword watching roll beside his hand. The swords in it had been seen many times, but there was no special match.
"Have you really missed?" Jiang Yinghe asked. "It's still cold, don't deceive Master."
Perhaps the word "deception" touched Li Huanhan's nerves. He frowned, and did not speak directly, but raised his hand and held Jiang Yinghe's finger.
The last time he held his hands, he was still on the He Ling Cha He who went to the Hehuan Sect. Even if Jiang Yinghe had a cold body temperature and put it in his palm, he felt his heart beat hot.
Jiang Yinghe didn't know it at first, so he suddenly felt the turbid air rushing all over his body-this is one of the side effects of the body of the devil, but it has not happened for many years.
"Because of this?" Jiang Yinghe found the answer. Where could he still punish the disciple, clenched his hand in a hurry, and introduced a spiritual force into it.
The three of them are more fragile than each other, and Jiang Yinghe was very psychologically prepared from the income. When this spiritual force entered Li Huanhan's Yuanying, he realized that the turbid gas in the other party's body had accumulated to such an extent that it affected the meridians.
He tolerated and tolerated. He glanced at Li Huanhan, and his tone of voice was hurried a little bit: "You ... you and Jun'er are both (sexual), no, you can bear more than Jun'er, Is there anything I can't tell you? You have to wait until one day when you really get caught in the magic and fall into the magic path before you tell the master? "
Li Huanhan's blood (color) stared at him silently, whispering: "Master, remember the long night brother."
The vinegar of this sentence is so thick that it can't be concealed, or it can't be concealed at all. He was terribly heartbroken, and every time the opponent touched it, it seemed that he had reached the deepest and most hidden place, making him embarrassed, and then when he woke up, he was in pain.
Two ways of right and evil, the difference between master and disciple, camouflage layer by layer ...