Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Jiang Yinghe put down his books.

In the early winter, there is little snow, and the top of Qingjing Cliff is also white, but there are few disciples, no one to clean, just waiting for it to let the ice clear and snow.

When the crane spirit whispered, Jiang Yinghe just put the book back, and heard the clear knock on the door outside, and the words of the letter to the disciples of Penglai.

He responded casually, and the mysterious door opened immediately, revealing most of the indoor scene. The long screen dividing the inside and outside in the middle blocked the sight of the visitors, and only smelled the incense of the furnace.

The paintings on the screen are magnificent, as if they are in front of you. The sunlight seeps into the fairy house, reflecting the corner of the white robe on the side of the screen.

It is believed that the disciple subconsciously held his breath, and saw the figure stepping out from behind the screen. He shook his mind for a while and stayed for half a second before hurriedly saying: "The disciple has seen Xuanwei Xianjun. This thing is submitted by the Hehuan Sect, please Jun participated in the succession ceremony of his sect’s new head teacher."

Jiang Yinghe took the invitation and the books below, glanced at the seal of consciousness on the invitation, opened it casually, and said indifferently: "New head teacher?"

Even Tong Guiyu is only in charge of it. The true suzerain of the Hehuan Sect is still in retreat. Even if it is arranged for succession, the title he gets is just "succession in charge".

The believer disciple hesitated, and the organization replied: "The Sect Master of the Alchemy Sect has been in seclusion for more than six hundred years. It has only recently been made public about his fall. It is said that the Sect Master has fallen for nearly three hundred years."

Jiang Yinghe pressed the finger of the invitation card for a moment, thinking of Tong Guiyu's face before talking to him, and continued to ask: "Why didn't you say it before."

"The Hehuan Sect said to the outside that the suzerain had this difficulty because of helping Tong Xianjun. To say that he had fallen, would shake his heart..."

"absurd."

Jiang Yinghe's gaze fell on the handwriting of the invitation, his eyebrows were cold, his eyes shone, and his words were slightly emotional.

"He is the Avenue of Hehuan, not the Avenue of Life and Death, so easily shaken, then what does he live in the world?"

Halfway through his speech, he just remembered that Tong Guiyu had indeed shaken Dao's heart for others, and his eyebrows jumped.

"Suppressing this news is just waiting for an opportunity and wanting to hit someone off guard."

Jiang Yinghe stopped talking, and instead glanced at the younger generation in front of him, he said, "Please come here and go back."

In the next moment, Crane knew his mind, and the mysterious door closed, leaving a stone tablet and plaque of Baiheyuyu, and the white crane pine in front of the door.

The messenger disciple stood in front of the door blankly, reverberating in his mind.

With the words "Come here, please", from the loneliness and loneliness of Jiang Xianjun's body, he tasted a lingering tenderness.

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The succession of the suzerain is a big scene. The surface language of this invitation will definitely include the three words of Penglai school to show respect, but in the current situation of Penglai, only Jiang Yinghe can go.

Sister Yan is in charge of the sect and will not leave Penglai easily. With the identity of Jiang Yinghedong Void Realm Fairy Monarch, no matter what occasion it is, it is enough.

After five hundred years, since the last sword weapon conference, Jiang Yinghe is the second time to represent the sect to the Hehuan Sect. This time is not a competition, but it is still very grand in form. The leaders of several generations of disciples will participate in it. Follow Xuanwei Xianjun's body.

The furnishings in the ritual artifacts remain the same as before, and they have not changed for a hundred years, followed by the Penglai Baiyun Boat, carrying Penglai disciples and gifts on it, which is indeed a rare grand occasion.

Inside Fei Nian, Jiang Yinghe once again read the books that he sent with the invitation that day, and confirmed that it was completely...it was the script of Lanling Library.

"The Domineering Apprentice Falling in Love with Me", "The Days with the Master in the Secret Room"...hish, with serialized book numbers, divided into categories, very clear.

Jiang Yinghe turned a few pages, not knowing what the so-called meaning was, until he turned to the "remarks" at the back of the book.

"Junior Wang Mengzhou, visit Xianjun. Because when the master taught the juniors, he once said that Xianjun liked this thing, so he offered it. The junior is one of the original writers of the Lanling Book. ."

Wang Mengzhou... Isn't this Tong Guiyu's successor?

If you don’t learn well at a young age, just write about this kind of anti-pornography in the bookstore? How does Tong Guiyu teach people...

Jiang Yinghe's thoughts were cut off here, and then he comforted the people in the cultivation world to be sensible early, one or two hundred years old is not young, and he barely stopped the condemnation of his friends.

As he was thinking about the pages of the book, the kitten who had been grinding his paws slowly approached him, and with a wave of his furry tail, he blocked the book.

Jiang Yinghe was taken aback, and pushed the big tail that was holding down the handwriting to one side. Only after reading a word, he saw the pair of soft and white cat's claws approaching and firmly pressing on the book.

... Is this, is it a favor?

He was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and pushed the cat's paw away.

Then, not only the tail and paws, but the whole cat in the long night lay down, and the round black eyes looked over and looked innocent as if he hadn't done anything.

"You?" Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows slightly.

Or is the dried fish not tasty? "

Chang Ye is naturally not the kind of superficial cat that would succumb for the sake of a small fish. In his eyes, it is more important that nothing is sleeping in the arms of the master, so he stretched out his paws and barely hooked Jiang Yinghe's robe. The placket of the shirt.

Jiang Yinghe looked down and saw that the meat pad stretched and stretched, tightening the skirt of the road suit, and then planted into his arms with force and lightness.

The cat arched his head down in his arms, then hooked his hand with his plush tail, and blinked at Jiang Yinghe alluringly, full of the fragrance of green tea cat.

but……

He is so cute.

Jiang Yinghe was shaken, put down the script in his hand, retracted his hand and gently stroked the kitten in his arms, then he was resisted by the cute little fangs and rubbed a few sweetly.

……Look at Xiao Huangwen, how cool is it to lure up a cat.

Jiang Yinghe immediately recognized the target. He pinched the big tail and kneaded it back and forth, running from the tip of the tail to the base of the tail. He didn't notice the white cat's sharp ears shaking in his arms, and stretched out his tongue to lick him.

The next moment, everything in front of me was spinning. The white cat who had been lying obediently in his arms turned into a boy in red, and pressed him on the seat with one hand, holding him tightly.

Before Jiang Yinghe could speak, he was stared at by a pair of moist ink eyes. The other party's appearance was magnificent and handsome, and his breath was full of lavish fragrance, but his expression was innocent and pitiful. A sense of world affairs.

Jiang Yinghe was stunned by this face all at once, and he forgot what he wanted to say, and he heard Long Ye's low and aggrieved words.

"Master only likes cats, not Ye'er."

Where is this wronged? Jiang Yinghe didn't understand this jealous logic too much, and said softly, "How can I dislike you?"

Long Ye approached him and said with a serious expression: "Master is always shy, or irritated, and always kicks me off the bed. But..."

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "I was so angry that I became angry? What were you doing at that time, didn't you know what you were doing? Get out, don't press me down."

It's okay if he doesn't say anything. With that said, Chang Ye seems to have lost count in his heart. He leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice, "But the master just touched Ye'er."

Jiang Yinghe was touched by the soft lips, and the sweet tone was soaked. Even if he had some thoughts of refusal, he couldn't say it for a while.

"Isn't Master responsible for me?" Chang Ye could still say seriously, "Ye'er is emotional."

"I don't know, where are you

Can't touch it. This is clearly your play by borrowing the question. "

Jiang Yinghe was waiting to say something, but the little **** in front of him sealed his lips and tightened his waist.

The scent of Chang Ye permeated Jiang Yinghe's body, it was a kind of hibiscus begonia blooming to the extreme, and it was in full bloom to a shaky posture, as if the soft and overripe juice could be turned out in the next moment.

This kind of breath made Jiang Yinghe go astray. He was slightly pressed on his chest, and he felt a slight suffocation, but the other party was very gentle, only blending, unity, and mutual compromise, only gradually consistent breathing rate and rhythm, and long night. Long black eyelashes when lowered.

Until he parted his lips and whispered, "Master, does he like me more..."

Jiang Yinghe is really hard not to nod.

The tighter he is held, the more he can feel that Chang Ye's body is almost like a child's desire to occupy him, but the deeper he kisses, the more he can detect how innocent and innocent the other party is and how much he cherishes. And panic.

He tried hard to make his impression better in Master's heart, and wanted Jiang Yinghe to like him one step further.

Just as Chang Ye's big tail moved over and hooked his waist, the door outside the flying wing suddenly rang, shaking a curtain of beads turbulently.

"Tsk, you deserve to be a junior brother."

As soon as Qin Jun stopped, he curled the corners of his lips while speaking, showing a smirk.

He walked inside, pulled over half of the book he saw on the case and took a look, straightened the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Chang Ye had touched crookedly one by one, then shifted his gaze and landed on the cat’s tail and ears, as if I feel that this method of fighting for favor is very despicable.

But this evil spirit didn't seem to notice it, and his thoughts were also not noble.

"Then this time, can I say...I have a share for those who see it?"

Jiang Yinghe was still a little confused at first, but as a result of this sentence, all the charming feelings in his mind were wiped out, and immediately only "The Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, the poor waist can't accept it."

He pushed away the long night, sat in the same place and sorted his clothes, and said, "No part... why did you come in?"

Qin Jun glanced at the younger brother next to him, and said: "Li Huanhan said that once a monster is in heat, it does not matter where it is, and if it is caused by the disciples in the same group to hear something, it will damage the reputation of the respected master. I'll come in... well, supervise."

Although Jiang Yinghe didn't care about the reputation of being unclear, but thinking about it now, he felt that this occasion was indeed incomplete, so he nodded.

Seeing him nodding, Qin Jun comfortably grasped the collar of Long Ye’s back and smiled and said, "Come on,

Junior brother, share your feelings. "

Long Ye didn't need to think about it, knowing that Qin Jun must have done it deliberately. Starting from the sentence "You have a share", every sentence of this person is a conspiracy trap, dragging himself further and further away from Master.

He was grabbed by Qin Jun's collar, and he didn't throw it away until he left the house. When he raised his eyes, he saw Li Huanhan standing in front of Baihefei, and asked calmly and casually: "Stop it?"

This sentence was said to Qin Jun.

Li Huanhan didn't wait for any answer. Instead, he turned his head and continued: "There is still something to do in the Hehuan Sect. Instead of bullying Master, how about exchanging feelings?"

...... From the beginning, they Qingya exchanged feelings, just exchanging suggestions on the surface, but actually fighting to death.

The author has something to say: Long Ye: How can it be so difficult if you want to be alone?