Chapter 40: the fortieth

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "Yes. +++ Cartino Novel Network EbookFREE.me is just not suitable for my little apprentice, I think ..."
With a word, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "The red sword in Tong Xianjun's hands is very good."
Tong Guiyu laughed, coughed a few times, almost choked himself, and then pulled over Jiang Yinghe's white sleeves and said: "Hong Yanjian likes beauty to be fake, and your little apprentice is indeed ( (Color), but this is a sword of cultivation! You have n’t even had a companion in the past 1,000 years, and you want to teach disciples cultivation? "
At the beginning, Jiang Yinghe listened without changing his face, and when he heard that
there was no partner for a thousand years
, he thought of his life alone, not only had no girlfriend, but also the few cranes at the door were all public. Yes, some face (color) is suddenly dark, and I can't help but colder tone: "Shou Shen Ruyu hinders you? Let go."
When Tong Guiyu wanted to continue, the hand that pulled Jiang Yinghe's sleeve was suddenly lifted by a tingling pain, and he shook his hand suddenly, watching Qin Jun listening from the side, pulling the white sleeve When he came back, he smiled at him.
... inexplicably numb the scalp.
I do n’t know why. Qin Jun ’s life experience is so miserable that the real world does not think he will live long, but everyone who has seen him thinks that he may not live long when he meets him.
Qin Jun ’s iron gray (color) eyes are lazy and uninteresting, but as long as he is interested, he gives people a feeling of "going to rest" ... except Look at his master.
Tong Guiyu's emotional experience is so rich, he was looked at with a smile on his face, and he was transparent all over his body, and he instantly realized what he was doing. While continuing to fall, he said: "It is natural to keep body like jade, but you have never heard of story?"
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "What?"
Tong Guiyu glanced at Qin Jun, watching this "fragile" gray-haired man drop his hands, half of his hands gently resting on Jiang Yinghe's shoulders, his eyes staring at the white side of his master's chin, that The look is like being hungry and wanting to eat for a long time.
Tong Guiyu thought about the wording and said, "I heard that your kind and clean sword repairs are the easiest to be taken away by juniors, like apprentices ..."
"Impossible." Jiang Yinghe (dry gan) said briskly.
He answered really decisively. Not only Tonggui Yu was taken aback, even Qin Jun felt a tremble in his heart, eager to hear the reason.
"Yi Penglai's training environment," Jiang Yinghe looked seriously. "There will be no disciples who bully the teachers and destroy the ancestors. If so, this is the first person to kill him."
Tong Guiyu: "... I feel that what I'm talking to you shouldn't be a kind of bullying the ancestors."
Jiang Yinghe was startled. "There is a second one?"
Tong Guiyu glanced at Qin Jun, then at Li Huanhan and Chang Ye, who couldn't see far away, trying to explain: "Like, um ... compared to the Hehuanzong kind ..."
His words are not exhausted. The sound of He Hufa, who is now introducing the situation of the swords' assembly, was suddenly interrupted. A sharper, resentful voice was passed along through the amplifying technique and spread into the entire venue.
"He Hufa, you are too biased to watch the sword roll. The younger people heard that Xuan Wei Xianjun's snow sword was forgotten, and it was cast by ice and snow, so can it be called a sword?"
Tong Guiyu's voice stopped suddenly, his eyes turned to look down.
Snow Sword Forgetting is another name for Sword Forgetting, and some people call it "Snow Sword" directly, ranking second in the sword watching volume. The sword body is indeed made of ice and snow, and the cold is heavier than the sharpness. Under the mutual care with Jiang Yinghe for thousands of years, Jiang Yinghe's more (sexual xing) sentiment is quiet, and his mind is like water, and the Forgetful Sword has gradually become more calm and restrained from the beginning.
The voice continued.
"Besides the centuries-old heroes mentioned by He Hufa, Li Huanhan and the Qin surname, they are also worthy of the list? A body of heavenly demon, a ghost invading the gods, I am afraid that Jiang Xianjun uses Qianqiqiang Realm of ascension ?! "
"Penglai School is ashamed to be the head of the right path! Instead of cultivating real sword repair geniuses, you are going to upgrade these messy waste physiques. If you do this for your fame, you will not be afraid of losing something!"
As soon as this remark came out, there was a low conversation between the Sanxue and other schools, and the disciples on Penglai's side were so angry that they patted the table, and the disciples headed around, scolding the man. Tao: "Dog stuff, and also using Yuanying's vocal Taoist technique, it is not worthy to give Brother Li's shoes!"
"Empty mouths and white teeth have to frame others, the realm where magic pills are piled up has never been on the table. Our brother is the master who fights and cuts the mountain!"
It's just that although Penglai's disciples were indignant, Jiang Yinghe was watching from a height, and he didn't dare to act lightly.
Just as the discussion around him grew louder, Yuan Ying ’s monk walking among the people came out to see his appearance is still majestic, but he did n’t know the actual age. He paid a tribute to where Jiang Yinghe was. , I do n’t know where I came from: "Junior Lu Zhifeng, Jiang Xianjun still accepts a promising apprentice, those are broken ..."
In the first few sentences, Jiang Yinghe hadn't responded yet, but at the exit of these words, a fierce chill burst out of him, rushing down from the height, carrying his head with a light blue spirit wave Pressing it down, the pressure of the cold air put Lu Zhifeng the ground, and his knees smashed into the ground.
Everyone was breathless and looked up. Jiang Yinghe, who had been talking and laughing with Hunyuan Xianjun on the Hehuan Building, raised her hand and opened the curtain on the side of the Hehuan Building.
The hand was white as frost, slender knuckles, and the dark lines on his clothes glowed faintly under the sunlight, but his voice was cold and lonely, which was cold and bitter.
"Cultivation to Yuanying is not easy." His tone was cold, "I advise you to take your life."
Jiang Yinghe saw that he hadn't stepped back, so he withdrew his hand and looked up at Li Huanhan.
The two of them do not have to communicate too much, Jiang Yinghe understands what he means. And in his mind, the apprentice is always gentler than the second apprentice. Although he is angry, he still feels that Li Huanhan has a decent hand. It is really not easy to practice Yuanying.
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, watching Li Huanhan jump down the Hehuanlou, and landed in the center of the round table of the conference. A blood (color) sword was turned into his hand, and a courtesy for comparison between sword repairs was carried towards Lu Zhifeng.
At this moment, his ear suddenly swelled with heat, Qin Jun leaned over and stared at him and asked, "Master, why don't you let me go?"
Jiang Yinghe felt that his ears were tingling, he reached out and rubbed his ears, and logically said: "Your brother is a decent gentleman and has a good temper. He will also pay tribute to fellow practitioners and change you. I just wanted to draw a sword when I heard the first sentence. How can you rest assured? "
Jiang Yinghe is an authentic Daomen and a thousand-year sword repair. This kind of spiritual soul infiltrated by spiritual power is an incomparable big supplement to the ghost repair. Even though Qin Jun no longer needs to eat the soul to stabilize his body, he is still caught by this aroma (gougou) and can't help but get closer.
Qin Jun wanted to draw his sword, but he simply couldn't listen to others saying that the master was bad.
How can he make someone say something bad if he can't even lick his mouth?
"The disciple is just ..." Qin Jun's hand finally couldn't hold back, and he touched the ink hair beside Jiang Yinghe's ear. At this moment, an extremely conspicuous body plunged into Jiang Yinghe's arms again.
Long night rubbed into Master's arms, raised his eyes pitifully: "Master, Brother Li should be able to beat him, Master only accepts me as a disciple, only sympathize with Yeer?"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yinghe thought that this little ancestor wanted so much, he reached out and rubbed his hair: "No, your heavenly capital is outstanding."
Long night cleverly rubbing, and then quietly removed Brother Qin's paws next to Master's shoulders, aggrieved and said: "Master, will Brother Li hurt people, even though Brother treats me Very harsh, but I know that it is because I am his brother, he is good to me. If you change someone else ... "
It was for this reason that Jiang Yinghe let Li Huanhan go, and he coaxed two young apprentices with his young age: "Although your brother doesn't talk much, but he has a good temper, in fact ..."
He hadn't finished his words, the sound of the sword wind swept through, and there was a sudden silence around the originally hustle and bustle downstairs downstairs, so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly.
The opposite Tong Guiyu took a sip of wine silently and did not know whether it was courageous or something else. He was cautious and authentic: "Jiang Daoyou ..."
"Ok?"
"Your apprentice shattered ... that monk's Yuanying ... shattered."
Jiang Yinghe: "... what?"
He was stunned for a while, turned his head and looked at the platform dumbly, and saw that his apprentice was still standing calmly, with no drop of blood on the blood sword, (dry gan) as if it had just come out Sheath, but the monk named Lu Zhifeng, who was lying on the ground, had no idea of ​​personnel.
Just when Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a short time, Chang Ye gently tore his sleeve and said, "This man offended Master, and it was normal for Brother to feel a little emotionally broken."
"Yes," Qin Jun rarely spoke to Li Huanhan, "The sword has no eyes, and the brother accidentally missed it in order to save his life."
Jiang Yinghe: "... is that true?"
Qin Jun, Chang Ye: "Yes!"
Witness Tong Guiyu from the side: "..."
How careless it is!
Jiang Yinghe sat on the high platform and listened expressionlessly with a trace of conceitedness in the respect of the disciples below. He slowly rubbed his fingertips, his eyes didn't change a little because of the other's words.
The following person is the arrogant son of the heavens left after numerous waves of sand. The brother-in-law on the side heard very satisfied and whispered: "Xuan Wei, why not this?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yinghe glanced gently at the audience and did not agree.
The respectful young man who had respected himself before seeing him said nothing, suddenly lost his original self-confidence, his face (color) changed and changed, but in the end he dared not say anything, and he frustrated and resigned. The other candidates behind him, however, were eager to try.
It ’s not that he does n’t want to accept students, but that the qualifications of this person are not up to the standard-this standard is not Jiang Yinghe ’s standard, but is determined by the
Ajiang Master System
that he passed through with him a thousand years ago. . He wants to go home, there are only two ways to go, one is to achieve the conditions of the "Ajiang Master System", to teach three talented (yan) disciples who are well-known in the world, and the other is the illusory union Soaring.
Originally, he thought that the first method would be easier, but after a thousand years, he was about to forget the appearance of the earth, Xiu Xian all repaired a group of fellow students, the "Master System" still reminded him immobilized: insufficient qualifications, please do not Income.
The head of Penglai looked helplessly at the disappointed and discouraged face of the talented disciple. He looked at Jiang Shidi's cold, frosty profile and sighed, "Next."
Another young talent stood confidently under the high platform, talking about how much time he spent building the foundation and how much time to break through the soul period ... But Jiang Yinghe's expression on the stage remained unchanged, and he slowly drank tea. .
The tea soup, Cuiliang, is enshi jade (dew) irrigated by Lingquan and tastes a kind of sweetness. Jiang Yinghe took a sip slowly, then raised his eyes and fell on the other party.
[Slightly superior, does not meet the entry requirements]
The sentence displayed by the system is marked, so he does not need to investigate it personally. The requirements of the "Ajiang Master System" are unexpectedly high. For a thousand years, he has not seen the seeds of cultivation of immortals who can enter the vision of this system. .
Jiang Yinghe put down the teacup, and the celadon gently tapped on the case, making a slightly heavy noise. He looked away, and no longer gave extra sight, said lightly: "Insufficient qualifications."
The young man who has been bathed in the praise of "genius" at the first glance said that at first glance, he looked at him in disbelief and stunnedly, but he could only retreat reluctantly, his eyes still closely following Xuan Wei fairy.
Everyone knows that he hasn't accepted his disciples for many years. Naturally, he also knows that to enter his door, it is estimated that the threshold will be very high. But the genius recognized by the two successive worlds was ruthlessly rejected, and the people who initially hid and laughed began to panic.
As expected, the next few disciples with outstanding qualifications did not take this step. When they retired from the stage, Jiang Yinghe had not even finished the tea at his hand.
He clung to the wall with one hand, and his eyes fell on the foam floating inside, and he had no hope for this selection.
Brother Jiang Yinghe's head brother still had a glimmer of expectation. He approached and reminded him: "Senior Brother Jiang, this child is the best in this group. His mother is a real person from the Moon at Guanghan Palace."
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and shifted his eyes from the green and chilly tea. When he saw a young boy in white salute to him, his eyes were filled with extreme self-confidence, and he seemed to be more inevitable than the previous children.
"Xuan Wei Xianjun, my name is Cheng Zihan. It took only 27 years to successfully build the foundation. Now the bone age is less than 40 years old, and has broken through the middle of the foundation. The heart of Xiangdao is firm. Please accept me as a disciple! "
There was a cry of exclamation and a lot of discussion from the audience.
"Twenty-seven years? So fast?"
"You don't even know him? His mother-in-law is a real person from the moon. There is a saying how to say, one hundred years out of the cold!"
"Awesome, you must be able to visit the fairy king's gate this time?"
The sound of the discussion under the audience was very low, but with Jiang Yinghe's cultivation, he could still hear clearly. He glanced at the other party, and when he saw the stereotyped "inadequate qualifications" on the other party, he was about to say no.
But at this moment, his "Ajiang Master System", which had always been as stable as an old dog, suddenly rang, and a noisy sound with a bit of ears constantly rang, and the water in the porcelain cup of Jiang Yinghe's palm was a bit noisy. Shake slightly.