Chapter 44: Forty-fourth

During this process, there was a real person of Yuanwang who had detected the situation of Qin Jun.
"This person's spiritual root is extraordinary, it must be a seed for cultivation of immortals ... but the (meat rou) body is infiltrated with ghost spirits, and all the ghosts have been eroded. In the future, on the way to practice, you often need to guide the repair, otherwise ..." The real man was stroking the long beard Sigh, "I'm afraid I will take the fire out of evil, and fall into a ghost repair that is full of resentment."
These are also Jiang Yinghe's judgments. He nodded slightly and asked, "Is there a way?"
"If you want to calm down the ghost spirit, you must get the blood of the Dao body from the ancestors above the void realm to purify the body. After the child himself breaks through the Yuan infant, he can stabilize the foundation and will not be affected."
Jiang Yinghe immediately thought of the bite on the collarbone when he rescued him that day. Presumably, he was also unwilling to fall, and he wanted to return to the right path.
He nodded his head and said goodbye to the real medicine Wang Gu, and then looked at Yan Caiwei beside him, saying, "What do you think?"
On the 10th, Yan Caiwei did many things to appease the wounded, purify and exorcise the evil, and several confession cards were set up by the Anzhou people. These two days were worrying about the human willingness of these Shinto monks.
She sighed and said, "Tell him to get started. Wouldn't you like to be fed by you all the time? Will Li Huanhan be willing?"
Jiang Yinghe said: "Then take him as my second apprentice."
Yan Caiwei looked at him in surprise: "If you are not satisfied for a hundred years, then take another child. I believe that everyone in the real world should covet your seat."
Jiang Yinghe looked across the screen and said indifferently: "This is fate, ordinary people can't enter my door."
Yan Caiwei thought of the thousands of young talents who hesitantly wanted to visit under the brother Jiang in the previous millennium, and they thought of their current state and the state of the heavenly demon body of Li Huanhan, and they were distracted by Jiang Yinghe's vision and destiny. sigh.
"... Are geniuses who are not born will attract other geniuses who are not born?" She shook her head. "As long as you accept the disciples, the brother in charge may not be happy for another night (sleeping Shui). It's just this Two children, a celestial body, and a ghost invading the gods, I do n’t know I thought you would save your life. "
Jiang Yinghemo took a teacup for a while and said, "Precise poverty alleviation."
The words fell, and the "precision poverty alleviation target" inside woke up from the self-healing of the body, and there was a little movement.
Jiang Yinghe stood up and walked into the screen, and at a glance he saw the eyes of the gray-haired young man turned around, the kind of cold iron gray (color). His facial features are very sharp, the lines are sharp, and there is a silent but deadly feeling in his eyes, with a sense of precaution.
He sat beside the bed and calmly said: "Follow me into Penglai."
It ’s really straightforward, and there is no room for turning. Before the other party replied, Jiang Yinghe added:
If you do n’t want to ask the immortals to ask, at most three to five years, your body will decay and disintegrate into dust. Although the immortal way is bitter, it can grow you Shouyuan. "
This is Jiang Yinghe's impression, the biggest temptation to ordinary people. What is so powerful about them is still too far away for them. Only living long is the most real and immediate benefit.
But the other party's reaction was not great. The iron gray (color) eyes are still staring at him, this sight almost seems to belong to a fierce beast or evil spirit, as if capturing his own target, there is a trace of novelty or fun.
He didn't reply. Jiang Yinghe took it as his default, lowering his head with his left thumb and sliding it on the index finger of the other hand, the skin of the ice and snow road body was immediately cut open, and a bright red m appeared.
He touched his hand and handed it to Qin Jun's lips, and his voice softened a little: "I will save you, it won't hurt you."
The iron gray (color) eyes moved a bit, looking at the glaring red spots on the frost-white skin. He licked his lips, and the temporarily weak spirit and true spirit were attracted by the fragrant fragrance in front of him.
Blood stained lips. Qin Jun held Jiang Yinghe's fingertips. Before he fell asleep, he did not deal with those monks who pretended to be decent, but this was the first time he was lured by this.
In his impression, in the cultivation realm thousands of years ago, there was no less contention and evil thoughts within the right path than the Yin Men Guizong. How can this person be like this person?
Qin Jun's tongue was against the wound, and he spied out the beauty of the other's soul from the crack. He suddenly spit out Jiang Yinghe's finger and got up close to him.
Jiang Yinghe didn't hide, and because of his weakness, he didn't need to be too vigilant. This was just an ordinary person who was tortured with resentment ... His thoughts stagnate suddenly, and he felt the other party hug himself.
It is too insecure. Since he rescued him, he never mentioned his parents. He probably died in a fate during the ravages of ghosts. Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart, thinking that if it were in a modern society with a harmonious and happy system, it would be so miserable that it would be able to open up ...
Wait a minute, what is the water drop chip ... Jiang Yinghe came here for more than a thousand years, and there is always a place where the memory is blurred. He was thinking about "the child is too miserable", and Qin Jun lay on the neck and took another bite.
Jiang Yinghe: "... Does it belong to a dog?"
The man in his arms didn't say a word, opened a mouth with fangs on the right side of his throat knot, and slowly licked it, licking the bleeding.
Although the blood in the Tao has little effect on Jiang Yinghe, it will also hurt a little. He frowned, thinking that he couldn't be bitten, and reached out and patted Qin Jun, whispering: "Called Master."
The movement between the necks stopped for a moment, and Jiang Yinghe vaguely heard his deep smile, like an illusion, the other party's expression never seemed to change.
Qin Jun slowly moved his eyes and glanced at him. He didn't know what his mind was thinking. After a while, he said: "... Master's life-saving grace, disciple Qin Jun, who has no teeth to forget."

When Jiang Yinghe started his journey back to Penglai, Anzhou Ghost City had been purified by many righteous monks. Many grievances washed away the turbid air, and the air gradually settled down.
The real person Zhou Zhengping knows that he has received another disciple, and he is very relieved, and he comes to visit him in person, and then Qin Jun's gray (color) eyes stare at the back of the spine, thinking how the child will follow him. Brothers are exactly the same, looking at Brother Jiang is like looking at the bones of the meat (rourou). When you look at other people, your eyes are filled with strange disgust.
It's like watching a group of harmful accumulated in the realm for thousands of years.
However, for the inheritance of Penglai, Zhou Zhengping still tried his best to praise Qin Jun. After boasting, he learned from Yan Caiwei's mouth that this new disciple was invaded by the ghosts, and it was more fragile than the previous body of the demon. Maybe he would get rid of the evil by teaching ...
Zhou Zhengping glanced at Jiang Yinghe, who had a normal expression, and said hardly: "... This is definitely something extraordinary."
Jiang Yinghe thought deeply and nodded in satisfaction.
And the gray-haired Qin Jun stood beside him, using the qiang to repair the body, and could not see any bit of toughness and talent.
Zhou Zhengping: "..."
When the real person in charge was still away, he was still thinking about his face, and the whole Penglai followed up and down ... Then, this disciple named Qin Jun quickly built the foundation and slapped everyone's face again.
It was just two years after the foundation was built, and the whole Penglai complained up and down. Just thinking that Brother Li led his fellow disciples to go to the secret field to experience, when he could rebuild his confidence in a few years, he was immediately thrown back by this Qin brother. Why are their disciples at Jingya Cliff so improper? !
But there is a saying that is right, the disciples of Qingjingya are really not very human.
Jiang Yinghe thought it was a systematic standard, and the progress was taken for granted. He is staring at the second progress bar opened by the system. The bright red (color) training progress bar behind the word "Jun" slowly unlocks. This progress bar is used whenever he uses the blood of the Dao to purify the ghost in the opponent's body. It will jump suddenly.
It seems that the cultivation method of caring about physical and mental health is still very correct. Jiang Yinghe thought with satisfaction that while examining Qin Jun's exercises, he was suddenly grasped by his second apprentice.
He usually doesn't talk much and acts calmly. He doesn't rashly do anything that is not sure. Generally speaking, when such a move occurs, there is something to be said.
Jiang Yinghe raised his head and looked at him, guessing: "Unstable foundation?"
Qin Jun nodded: "There are some."
Jiang Yinghe changed the path of spiritual power, directly penetrated into his body, wrapped the foundation of the foundation, swept his mind, and saw that Qin Jun's body was gray and black, and there was a slight ghost.
Or to drive out the impure, this spirit of ghosts seems to be planted in the true spirit, no matter how it is purified in the past two years, it will come back.
Jiang Yinghe frowned gently, while patiently continuing to drive out the ghost spirit, while thinking of what could be done to improve his physique ...... While Jiang Yinghe was contemplating, she suddenly felt something with a warm touch of pressure. On the shoulder.
Qin Jun leaned over and stared at Jiang Yinghe's frost-white neck and throat for a while, before saying: "Master everywhere is troublesome. I ..."
"Hush." ​​Jiang Yinghe focused on introducing spiritual power to remove the ghost spirit that was entangled with the foundation of the foundation, and then said, "No guilt, as long as you do the thing of glorious future, according to the brother of the master, be a person who asks for good. ... "
Asked Xiang Shan ... Qin Jun seemed to have heard a wonderful joke. His attention was focused on Jiang Yinghe, and he finally thought of the difference between the other party and other righteous people.
He is just cold on the surface, but he is mature and gentle, and has a great tolerance for others. And he seems to have been trained and educated with certain rules, and he is willing to guess others with more kind thoughts.
This feeling is especially obvious when he is facing himself.
With such special treatment, some of them pleased the sensitive nerve of this evil spirit.
He was accustomed to the breath of Jiang Yinghe, and felt very close to him. Zhu Jiang Yinghe stripped away the evil spirits that did not really matter.
It was at this moment that the Xuan Gate of the Immortal Mansion of Qingjing Cliff suddenly opened, the outside light was rushed in, and there was a tall, mysterious (color) figure.
Li Huanhan, with a sweetness, stood in the middle of the Xuanmen. There were several breaks in his robe, and the blood on his body meandered down through the gap between his tight knuckles.
"Master," the blood (color) eyes flashed for a moment, but they quickly dissipated, "... who is he?"
The blood dripped on the ground, infiltrated through the fingers, and the Han Yujian, which held Li Huanhan tightly in his hand, fell through and was completely red.
This is the mirror stone of the inner layer of Taixu Mystery, an unpolished innate spirit. When Li Huanhan's hand took the cold jade mirror stone from Hanguang Xuanbing, the entire Taixu secret realm disappeared.
On the way back, he woven the knots awkwardly and rough many times, and made the sword pendant after thousands of trials and hardships. Every time he put it in his palm and stared at it, he felt his heart stunned.
Blood stains dripped on the ground, forming a thin layer of ice. The bright red-haired young man with eyes (color) walked forward, from the throat to the (chest xiong) mouth, all scratched by the cold in the palm of his hand, as if puncturing the heart.
His solitude, appetite, and enthusiasm emerged.
Winter comes to spring, at first glance it is cold.
The door rang loudly.
Jiang Yinghe didn't lift his head, turned a page and said, "Are you still cold?"
There was a heavy response across from him. He habitually picked out the lights as usual, and then closed half of the window.
The night breeze was slightly cold, but it was obviously not a problem for the monks. Jiang Yinghe reluctantly looked up from the story and saw that Li Huanhan poured a cup of tea across from him.
The sound of water pours and wafts into the wall. Li Huanhan's eyebrow peak locked, and the action of pouring tea paused, saying: "Fanshui is used to brew Enshiyu (dew), (bad zao) rubbing tea leaves."
Jiang Yinghe didn't care much. He took the tea cup habitually (sexually) and took a sip. He said, "There is no shortage of tea, how can you be so precious."
Li Huanhan just looked at him silently and did not refute this sentence. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "What did Master Zun and Brother Qin say on the road?"
He didn't mention it. Fortunately, as soon as he mentioned it, Jiang Yinghe remembered what he said was "beginning". In Jiang Yinghe's eyes, the apprentice is so gentle and considerate that the girl of any family is worthy of it. How can it be impossible to ask for?
The teacup was placed on the table and made a jingling sound. Jiang Yinghe stared at him and replied: "I asked him if there was any admiring woman."
Li Huanhan froze for a moment and heard Jiang Yinghe continue to ask.
"How about your brother, I'm inconvenient to tell you. What about you?" Jiang Yinghe sighed. "A few days ago, when the abbot Zen Qing calculated the causality and fate for you, I said this. I'm afraid a few of you Will be mistaken for the same emotional things. "
He said this for a long time, and then raised his face and asked, "It's still cold, are you secretly tempted too? The rabbit doesn't eat the grass beside the nest, both of you go to the same door."
Jiang Yinghe's words came to a halt, and he felt like he was speaking a little harder. When he wanted to relax his voice, he heard a cold and soft voice.