Chapter 7:

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Zhou Zhengping dressed in Tsing Yi, with a white whisk on his arms, and leaned his head to the side of the humane: "Brother Yun said that when he came back today, it was exactly the same as the time you selected. You can rest assured that you can retreat with confidence ..."
Jiang Yinghe asked: "He is here today?"
Zhou Zhengping knew what was in his heart and comforted him: "Brother Xiaoyun showed love to you at that time, but he was hit by the spell of the demon god. Now that he is a true person of Yuanshen, that thing should have expired. You do n’t have to worry too much. . "
Hundreds of years have passed since that matter, and Jiang Yinghe was just an ordinary question. As a result, Brother Zhang was reminded of this. Instead, he remembered it. He was inexplicably cold behind his back. Before he could speak, he felt a blast of air outside. The light wave of Taoism's spiritual power, the light wave enters the main hall with a white escape light
Then he slammed into Jiang Yinghe's arms.
"Brother! I'm here, I'm here, I'm flying through the sky!"
Jiang Yinghe reached out with a blank expression and grasped the younger brother ’s back collar, picking up the cloud endlessly and asked lightly, "Can the foundation be still stable?"
Yun Xiaohe has black pupils and black hair, and he is white, similar to Jiang Yinghe, but he doesn't have the lonely coldness of the thousand-year sword repair.
"Stable and stable, there is nothing wrong! Brother, I miss you so much--" I haven't seen it for hundreds of years. This man still walked with a virtue before the retreat, rubbed his neck to Jiang Yinghe's arms, and exhausted the rights of the young master. "Brother! You smell so good ..."
Zhou Zhengping coughed without seeing it. Before saying "Which style", he saw Jiang Yinghe's face (color) cool down a little bit calmly.
There was a sharp turn when he pressed his throat: "Stay under his ..."
Peng!
The snow-white shadow that was just lying in Brother Jiang's arms was like a broken kite and a butterfly with wings, beautiful and full of power ... It was overturned, and it flew from the walls of the main hall and stuck into the outside of the main hall. In the ground, smashed into it a dozen meters deep.
Zhou Zhengping: "... sympathy ..."
Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows didn't move, and his clothes weren't chaotic. He said, "Brother Master."
Zhou Zhengping said with a tired face: "It seems that this spell is very powerful, and the effect is still there. It doesn't matter if Brother Xiaoyun lacks arms and legs. Don't bring down the realm he just crossed the sky ..."
Jiang Yinghe took a sip of tea: "That's pretended."
"Huh? Pretend?"
Jiang Yinghe did not reply, but looked at the ground in front of his feet and gently put down the tea cup.
Cup's thick bottom knocked "ding" on the table.
At the same time, the original quiet main hall was torn apart, and a snow-white figure rushed to the front with a sword light, folding out thousands of brilliances in all directions, and then suddenly gathered into a snow (color) sharp edge, approaching the door .
In the blink of an eye, there was a sound of ice and snow striking the meteorite in the air. This sharp sharp edge was swept back by another snow sword that was like ice. The sound was loud, and the clouds were endless. The cold light of the Forgotten Sword swept out more than ten meters, half kneeling in the middle of the main hall.
His black hair was tight and his white clothes were not stained with dust. He clenched his fists and saluted: "Brother Xie enlightened me."
At this moment, the ripples on the surface of the tea cup at the hand of Jiang Yinghe had just stopped, and Wan Lai was still.
The Forgetful Sword only appeared for a moment, then disappeared into Jiang Yinghe's hands and was incorporated into his Dao body. But Yunbin still saw the mirror stone filled with aura on the Forgetful Sword.
"Sword pendant?" Yun kept getting up and approached, and suddenly asked, "Could it be that Brother Sister has a companion?"
Zhou Zhengping was not Jianxiu, and he could not see what the two of them enlightened him for, and explained: "That was sent by disciples under Master Jiang's disciples. Isn't this sentiment of masters and disciples more precious than the mutual gifts given by the companions? "
Yun kept nodding first, then froze for a while: "Apprentice?"
Jiang Yinghe said: "This time I went to Xueyuan to retreat. Since you came out, you can take care of them for one or two."
Yun kept sitting in the seats under the heads of the two, cast a Taoist method on the torn ground, and agreed without pressure: "It's just looking at the children."
Jiang Yinghe thought about it carefully, and felt that although the two origins of Qingjingya were pitiful and small, but they were diligent in their practice and were good children, they nodded deeply.
Zhou Zhengping on the side: "... but just the children fighting and cutting mountains."
Yun's face is always stiff: "What?"
Jiang Yinghe just wanted to explain it, and he heard the elder brother's head said quietly: "You go, you may cut you."
Endless clouds: "..."

When Jiang Yinghe left the Penglai school, all Penglai disciples didn't notice it, only Li Huanhan's heart jumped.
He could feel the cold jade mirror stone's breath gone.
When Li Huanhan opened his eyes, the sound of pattering rain rang outside, and his breath on Hanyu Jingshi became more and more faint.
There are many places in Qingjingya. Jiang Yinghe's fairy house is called "White Crane Yuyu", and there are several white crane spirit beasts outside the Xuanmen who are spiritual (sexual). And Li Huanhan and Qin Jun do not live together.
Li Huanhan sat by the bed, first put on a soundproofing technique, then looked down at the palm. Where the blood eyes touched, the rich devil flowed from the palm lines to the outside, and then shrunk tightly together, showing a blood-like brilliance in the palm, a blood-red eye from his hand Heart blood (flesh rou) split, and turned around up and down, left and right.
The blood-red eye shuddered with a sharp scream: "Ah-! Let me go! Let me leave! Blood Demon Venerable! Why am I still on you ... You are not dead yet!"
Li Huanhan's expression was cold, and he did not respond to the magic sound piercing: "Find someone for the deity."
The blood-red eyeballs rolled again, the screaming came to an abrupt end, and the tone was soft and said: "Who is the Lord looking for? Need to feed blood shadow with a fresh blood (meat rou) ..."
Its voice stopped abruptly, his eyes blinked quickly, trembling as Li Huanhan extended his other hand, as if to pull it out.
"Ahhhhh! Blood River! You can't do this! No! No! We are one! We are all one! Ah Lihan Han!"
Just when Li Huanhan's fingers (cha) entered the blood (color) eyes, he screamed violently and shouted: "Do nothing! Don't do anything! Who are you looking for?"
"Xuanwei Xianjun," Li Huanhan said unchanged, "Jiang Yinghe."
Blood (color) eyes looked at him sadly, then closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, he reopened his eyes and said, "In the extreme northern cold continent, the destination seems to be ... Snowfield?"
"Snowfield ..." Li Huanhan's bright red eyes moved away to one side, contemplating for a moment, and then he dispelled the magic energy.
"Come back to the blood pool, and go back quickly!" Blood Shadow continued, "That fairy monk just happens to be a furnace tripod! His physique is pure, and this time he can definitely go together in the sky ..."
The demon qi dissipated, and blood (color) eyes screamed and disappeared in the palm of Li Huanhan.
He turned his head, reached out to remove the sound insulation, and glanced at the roof of the residence, his voice was cold: "Not yet down?"
The original intact roof slammed open a hole. Qin Jun with long gray hair sat on the side of the hole, with a silver and gray sword on his knee, supporting his side and said: "The eyes in the palm of my hand are long Son, Gee Gee, absolutely, I think ... what did it call you just now? "
Li Huanhan glanced at him, feeling itchy palms, for the first time facing the person other than Jiang Yinghe (gougou) his lower lip, letting people see through the bones.
"Qin Jun," he said, "I advise you to leave Penglai school early."
Qin Jun narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I want to warn you so."
Li Huanhan reached out his hand, and the blood (color) long sword formed in his palm, exuding a strong (killing sha) intention, but the person targeted by this (killing sha) intention didn't care about reaching out Twisted his wrist, and there was a crunching bone bump from the wrist joint.
The evil spirit licked his lips and (exposed) his long, hideous, terrifying fangs.

On the first day of Yun's endless return to Penglai, Brother Jiang went to Xueyuan to retreat, and he, with the mission of taking care of "children", came to Qingjingya.
The crane spirits (sleeping Shui) outside the "White Crane and Yuyu" were drowning, and there was a lot of fine rain everywhere, and there was a beautiful atmosphere everywhere, and there was no way to see the clean cliffs once cut off.
Yun Endlessly stood on the peak of Qingjing Cliff, overlooking Penglai, took a deep breath, and felt very satisfied. Just when he was seriously prepared to look after Brother Jiang's disciples, the rock under his feet suddenly tremble.
Endless clouds: ...?
Then in the blink of an eye, a blood (color) light flashed, and the peak of Qingjingya Mountain was chopped off by Jian Qi, and fell off.
Endless clouds :! ! !
Brother Xiaoyun rolled down with the truncated mountain, turned into a light in the midair, and stood firm in the valley. He looked up and saw a gray hair entangled in a ghost. Holding a long sword, the young man blocked the blood of the mountain from being cut off under the sword, and he laughed with evil spirits while drawing the sword.
"You are not enough to teach me? Teacher, brother."
These two words, Brother, are still clear, and there is a pause. It sounds maliciously overflowing, even with a hint of arrogance.
"Guidance?" Another person with dark hair and eyes, a cold and violent air, above the blood sword body, as if there is a m flowing, "You are not worthy of my advice."
While the evil spirits raged and the magical spirits raged, it seems reasonable that this battle should have been discovered by the Penglai School, but I didn't know any magical arrangements around it, and Yun never stopped until he came to see this scene.
He looked at it with a blank face for a while, and reached for the dust that didn't exist. His mind hadn't fully reflected what was going on. Then he saw the black-haired man turned his head, blood (Color) 's eyes looked like a vortex, staring straight at him.
On the other side, the gray-haired young man looked at him as well. The two's eyes condensed strangely on Yun's body.
The confrontation before us suddenly ended.
"What do you want to do?" Qin Jun said suddenly.
Li Huan coldly withdrew his gaze: "(kill sha)."
Qin Jun (Mo) touched his chin. He said for a while: "Not so good, what do you say when Master returns, wash your memory."
Li Huanhan frowned in disgust: "Then you come."
Endless clouds: "..."
My brother, what kind of apprentices did you accept? ! !
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