Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Clean the cliff.

The thick night spreads, and the cold wind howls.

Several candles burned on the lampstand, the light hanging down, reflected in Jiang Yinghe's faintly colored sleeves, lightly swayed in Li Huanhan's line of sight.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yinghe untied the silver crown from his hair, and black hair fell down, softly tied to his shoulders. He sullen his face a little, and continued to ask, "If you don't leave any room, you will be hated by others."

Li Huanhan stood in front of him with a black robe. His eyes were as red as blood, extremely faint and unpredictable, and only when they fell on Jiang Yinghe's body, could he reveal a bit of special tenderness.

"Master." His voice was low, "That person slander you, I will..."

Li Huanhan only said these two words, it was enough to make Jiang Yinghe feel soft.

The lights were faint, reflecting in Li Huanhan's eyes. He watched the master's slender knuckles bend slightly, and suddenly a big rebellious thought popped up in his mind.

——These hands are suitable for holding swords, and more suitable for being pressed on the softest bed of the Demon Cult, grabbing the bedding in vain... Suitable for being kissed with reddish traces, suitable for being covered by his hand inch by inch. Knocking tightly...

The blood in his eyes was gloomy for a moment, and finally faded quickly. Li Huanhan raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yinghe's slightly scattered clothes and hair, and his cool but soft eyes reflected his figure.

"How can you lose your mind because of me? Be strong."

Although Jiang Yinghe still blamed him, his expression has calmed down. He had an unfolded sword-watching scroll beside him. The swords inside had been seen many times, but it was still not particularly relevant.

"Did you really miss it?" Jiang Yinghe asked, "It's still cold, don't deceive Master."

Perhaps the two words "deceive" hurt Li Huanhan's nerves. He frowned, did not say directly, but raised his hand to hold Jiang Yinghe's fingers.

The last time I grasped, he was on the Hehuan Sect of the Crane hearse. Even if Jiang Yinghe had a cold body temperature and placed it in his palm, he felt his heartbeat hot.

Jiang Yinghe didn't understand it at first, but then suddenly he felt the turbid qi running around in his body-this was one of the side effects of the body of the demon, but it hadn't happened for many years.

"Is it because of this?" Jiang Yinghe found the answer, how could he still want to punish the disciple, hurriedly squeezed his hand, and introduced a spiritual power into it.

The physique of the three of them is more fragile and strange than the other.

I am very mentally prepared when I get started. When this spiritual power entered Li Huanhan's Yuan Ying, he realized that the muddy qi in the opponent's body had accumulated to the extent that it affected the meridians.

He endured and tolerated, still glanced at Li Huanhan, his tone of anger became a bit hasty: "You...you and Jun'er are the same temper, no, you can bear it better than Jun'er, what can't you do? Tell me? Do you have to wait until one day, when you really fall into the wicked way, will you tell Master?"

Li Huanhan's **** eyes stared at him silently, and said in a low voice, "Master, remember Junior Brother Chang Ye."

The jealousy of this sentence is so jealous that it can't be concealed, or it can't be concealed at all. His heart was furious, every time the other party touched him, it seemed to have touched the deepest and most hidden place of him, making him feel uncomfortable, and then when he woke up, he was pained with blood.

There are two ways of good and evil, the difference between master and apprentice, layers of disguise...

Li Huanhan squeezed his hand tightly, the raging turbid energy in his body broke through the meridians, and even the surface of the skin on his arm was a little cracked, and blood dripped little by little.

"Don't I remember you?" Jiang Yinghe's first reaction was this, and he directly refuted it. He had a feeling of being questioned by his apprentice, and he was dull and dull, "The teacher hasn't asked you why you endured it, so you feel wronged first and feel that I am partial?"

The blood dripped from Li Huanhan's arm, staining Jiang Yinghe's pale sleeves.

He has always been dust-free, and the outside world judges him as solitary and cold, out of dust and vulgarity. Only when facing these apprentices who have been raising them for many years, Jiang Yinghe will warm up his eyes and have a low tone of voice.

He soiled the master.

Li Huanhan stared at the scarlet red passing through his sleeves, and when he condensed his thoughts and raised his eyes, he suddenly said, "Master."

"Ok?"

"When was the tea set purchased?"

He was referring to a set of green tea sets on the jade case on the side. Jiang Yinghe's things here were all purchased little by little. Once there was something that didn't pass Li Huanhan's hands, he would definitely remember it.

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "It was sent by Jun'er before."

Qin Jun...Li Huanhan took a deep breath, and there was a moment of hostility rising in his **** eyes, but he still remembered that in front of Jiang Yinghe, he forcibly suppressed all irritable emotions, and slowly followed The teacher's guidance removed the raging foul air.

In fact, this "side effect" did not materially damage Li Huanhan. As long as he was willing to abolish his Dao body, he would immediately reveal the real realm and powerful aura of magic cultivator.

But he dare not.

How dare you? The more you realize Jiang Yinghe's few gentleness, the more you desire to have more. In fact, to a certain extent, Qin Jun and Chang Ye’s guess was not wrong. He really wanted to bring Jiang Yinghe into his arms and bring him back to the Heavenly Demon Sect, not as a furnace, but as a Taoist companion.

So even though Li was still mad with jealousy in his heart, he slowly endured it. He stared at Jiang Yinghe's dark hair, and watched a long strand of hair slip off the other's thin shoulder, slowly making a circle in the air.

Obviously it fell into the air, but it seemed to touch the tip of his heart.

"What do you do with this?" When Jiang Yinghe guided the breath in his body and repaired the meridians, his heart became less angry, and he raised his head and said, "The set you gave is stored in the storage artifact. Jun'er said that the set is very good. Jingui, ordinary water will damage the wall of the cup."

...Qin Jun, this dog thing.

Li Huanhan thought coldly in his heart, seemingly not caring: "Yeah."

The set of natural gold that he sent is worthy of his master only in this way. But the set Qin Jun got back was not much better. A little dust and dust would ruin a whole set of equipment. I don't know how the evil spirit had the face to say those things.

"Master," Li Huanhan withdrew his gaze, rubbing his fingertips, "In your heart, which of us... is the most important?"

Jiang Yinghe didn't expect him to be so persistent, and said helplessly: "You are all the proud sons of heaven that I have given high hopes. You are the future of immortal Dao."

Li was still gloomy with cold blood, staring at him for a long time, then nodded, silent for a while, and whispered: "The future of immortality..."

He has never been so devilish for a moment like he is now.

Where could Jiang Yinghe see the other party's thoughts? He could only see that the system's training progress bar went up and down within half an hour, and finally maintained a relatively stable value just now.

Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this turbid air would really affect the progress of his training, slowly warming up his meridians, and said: "In fact, it's more than that. I still have a small wish for myself."

The candlelight reflected in his bright eyes.

"For this wish, let you go smoother and smoother on the path of practice, pave the way for you, teach you good deeds." Jiang Yinghe said, "The better you become, the closer you are to my wish... No matter how bad the starting point is, with a respected master, you can also find your way home."

"I won't give up, neither can you." He gently

Holding Li Huanhan's hand, "People have to fight for what they can get."

Jiang Yinghe poured another bowl of chicken soup and exhausted all his life's learning to teach the apprentices well. He was filled with a sense of responsibility as a teacher, and he was very satisfied with his teaching.

Warming the meridians is a very meticulous task. In fact, all three of their meridians need to be warmed up slowly, but Jiang Yinghe only has one, and most of the sufferings must be overcome by the students themselves.

It rained during the third watch of Qingjingya.

Jiang Yinghe has the habit of sleeping. He stayed for a long time while warming the meridians, and finally fell asleep.

Li Huanhan sat beside him, watching him silently and guarding him all night.

It wasn't until the morning light blended with the candlelight that he slowly pulled out the fingers held by Master Xuxu.

The sound of rain pattered. Those **** eyes hid a handful of love, hidden in the untouchable place. Thousands of years ago, the famous Blood River Demon Venerable, after all, did not dare to do anything extraordinary in the matter of love that he did not know deeply.

Just when he left, he kissed the back of his hand gently.

Careful as if kissing a plum blossom with falling snow.