Chapter 77: 77

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. +++ Ranking of the latest Danmei novels: 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 (color) 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, looking at each other's frost-white slightly cold hands.
It was the early morning at the moment, with the ray of light behind him, and a fragrant cold fragrance beside him. Long Night is like a little beast that has just woken up, imprinting the other person's breath in his mind.
Four months later, Dongzhou Penglai.
The closer to Penglai School, the more inaccessible it becomes. The surrounding mountains piled up and Zhong Lingyuxiu, until I saw a monument standing on the mountain, as if flying, with the words "Panasonic asked the boy" deeply engraved on it.
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. Let me wait for you. Is this...?"
Long night seems to be only sixteen or seventeen 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 small apprentice." Jiang Yinghe introduced it concisely, lowered his hand and comfortably pressed Long Ye's shoulder, and led him through the large array of Penglai Mountain Gate.
After crossing the array, the prospects suddenly changed, 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 the long night back to Qingya, he taught him how to recognize the way. All the disciples encountered along the way bowed to salute and congratulated him. The news that Xuanwei Xianjun left the border and brought a young apprentice soon spread throughout Penglai.
Everything on the clean 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 frown on his 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. He suddenly froze for a moment, and then rushed to the past: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhterterwirst,, my life, it was so
Jiang Yinghe's face did not change (color), he 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 broken through Yuanying."
Even when Jiang Yinghe heard it, there was a moment of consternation. He frowned: "So fast."
Before he closed the door, he left Juner with a bottle of Daoist blood. He didn't expect that he would be born when he returned 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 you come back, you will go to the clean cliff to pile up the treasure. Under the sea dragon, 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 Huanhua, 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, looked at the "little apprentice", and suddenly had an ominous hunch in his heart.
"...Brother."
Jiang Yinghe: "Huh?"
"I pinched my fingers for a while, and Li Huanhan seemed to be back."
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback 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, gentle, and caring for his fellow students. He also 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, which was 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 blood of the corpse mountain, and shook 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 mixing (killing sha) heart, coldness, and infinite jealousy.
It looks like rolling magma beneath the ice.
The throat in the long night was tight, and the recovered soul 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 at Qingjing Cliff.
I haven’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 Taoist gate, I should learn to be independent and practice well.
The night rains were numerous, and it sounded a little sleepy in the ear. Jiang Yinghe took out the self-recording scripts collected from these 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 the three big brothers in the realm"
...The style is a bit familiar.
Jiang Yinghe opened the first page with a little daze, the system that had been silent suddenly lit up, and a slightly excited voice was heard with artificially synthesized audio: "Yes, this is the taste!"
Jiang Yinghe choked for a while and asked, "Do you all have this taste in reading?"
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 thread book is written with a spirit ball pen, and the face (color) is red gold, and there is a line of dragon and phoenix dancing on it: 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 it, and it will be very front, maybe it will be the top three...
With a trace 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, seeing 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 and looked at the comment quietly. His eyes stopped on the sentence of "the body of the heavenly demon, not related to the avenue", and then he slowly looked away and looked at Qin Jun's comment.
Qin Jun wrote on the other side: Shi Chengxuan Wei Xianjun, the late Yuan Ying, peerless genius. In extreme cases, Yi Jian goes slanted, arrogant, conceited, incapable of life, furious, and fragile (meat rou), fragile in the mid-term, and missed the avenue, so he ranks down.
Jiang Yinghe's mood was completely different from when he just 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 (sleep Shui) anymore."
A quilt in the quilt wriggled twice, and then a head 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 heavenly demons, he sighed and said: "In fact, it's still cold (sexuality) is very good.
Long night watching Jiang Yinghe say this sentence, and once again made a new speculation about the monster's attempt-this Moxiu would not be trying to deceive him to become a buddy, and use people as furnaces......