Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

When Jiang Yinghe saw Chang Ye the next day, he wore a black half-face mask, and the body protector imprint on his forehead was half-hidden. The half of the exposed face was beautiful and gorgeous, like a bright scorching peony.

The black-haired boy neatly packed up the package, stood at the door of the inn and waited for Master. He had no complaints about the walking journey in the past few months, nor did he ask why.

Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart: He is so good and sweet, how come the little apprentice he met is so good.

He took a look at the display of the system, and saw that the third gray empty column was finally unlocked, and he took a step closer to going home, and he was in a better mood. He stretched out his hand and held Chang Ye's hand.

Chang Ye turned his head and called out "Master", then looked away and looked at the opponent's cold hands.

It was the early morning at the moment, with a glowing glow behind him, and a cold fragrance on his side. Chang Ye was like a little beast that had just awakened, imprinting the other's breath in his mind.

Four months later, Dongzhou Penglai.

The closer to the Penglai school, the more inaccessible. The surrounding mountain peaks were beautiful and beautiful, until I saw a stele standing on top of the mountain, as if flying, on it was deeply engraved with the sentence "Matsushita asks the boy".

Go over the stele and enter the boundary of Penglai. Under a quaint pine tree, a green-clothed boy was sitting on a stone. When he saw Jiang Yinghe, he quickly got up and saluted him, saying: "Congratulations on Xianjun's exit, I have a hunch in front of Zhou Zhangmen a few days ago. Let me wait for you. Is this...?"

Chang Ye seems to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he is tall, and it is often difficult to determine the age of a cultivator based on his appearance.

"It's my little apprentice." Jiang Yinghe gave a brief and concise introduction, lowered his hand and comfortably pressed Chang Ye's shoulder, leading him through the Penglai Mountain Gate array.

After crossing the formation, the vision suddenly changed, and Chang Ye's hand holding Jiang Yinghe suddenly tightened, and then slowly released it after reacting.

Jiang Yinghe deliberately let him adapt, so he took the long night back to Qingjing Cliff while teaching him the way. All the disciples encountered along the way bowed and congratulated him. The news that Xuanwei Xianjun brought a young apprentice with him after leaving the customs quickly spread throughout Penglai.

Everything was the same on Qingjing Cliff, and the crane spirits were raised to rest beside the mysterious gate. Jiang Yinghe had just opened Baihe Yuyu's door, and he noticed something. He raised his eyes and saw that Junior Brother Xiaoyun was sitting on the side of the Xuanjian Platform with a sad face.

Like Junior Brother Xiaoyun

The appearance is a little different from a hundred years ago, and the black hair is mixed with a few strands of silver, as if it has been extremely laborious recently.

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyebrows slightly: "Junior Brother, you..."

As soon as this sound rang, Yun kept discovering that he had come back. He was taken aback for a while, and then rushed forward: "Ahhhhhh, brother!!!!! My life is so bitter--"

Without changing his face, Jiang Yinghe skillfully reached out and grabbed the collar of his back jacket, hung the person in the air, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Junior Brother Xiaoyun was picked up by him, and was shocked again, and sighed deeply: "Brother, Li Huanhan and Qin Jun have both broken through Yuan Ying."

Even Jiang Yinghe was shocked for a moment when he heard it. He frowned, "So fast."

Before he retreats, he left a bottle of Dao-body blood for Jun'er, but he did not expect that he had already given birth when he returned from Dujie.

"More than that!" Yun kept angrily, "They are always not in Penglai to stay behind. Your first apprentice will practice every day. When you come back, you will go to Qingjing cliff and pile the treasures. The second apprentice will go down the mountain to kill demons and kill demons. A few days ago, he killed a submarine dragon. , Put the Dragon Ball in your room as a lamp! I feel more and more that my identity as a little uncle is deeply buried by insults, and I have received a huge blow...Huh, who is this?"

Yun kept looking at the long night wearing a half-face mask, and then at his cool and handsome senior brother Gao Lingzhi, and asked with difficulty: "This is...your..."

"My little apprentice." Jiang Yinghe let go of his hand and touched Chang Ye's black hair instead, "I brought it back from the ice field."

Yun kept patted the non-existent dust on the white clothes, looked at this "little apprentice", and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"...Brother."

Jiang Yinghe: "Huh?"

"I'll pinch and count the days, Li Huanhan seems to be back."

Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye he saw Junior Brother Xiaoyun using the evasion method like a whirlwind, turning into a clear light and leaving the scene quickly. He didn't think of anything worth running away for a long time.

Huanhan is gentle, friendly, caring and caring for the same family. He often consults and gives advice to his juniors and disciples, making every effort to spare no room for it. For Chang Ye, this is a good thing.

While Jiang Yinghe was thinking about it, Chang Ye beside him suddenly felt a violent killing intent, the kind of killing intent that could make his back chill.

Chang Ye turned his head and glanced at the direction of the Xuanmen. At this moment, a blood-colored long sword suddenly rushed in from outside the Xuanmen, carrying the terrifying breath of the dead mountain and blood, and shook the air out of the sword. Ming, followed by a loud sound, and fell on

In front of Chang Ye, the violent and evil spirit entwined with that sword could almost make it called a monster.

But Chang Ye knew that this sword had already been disguised. In Jiang Yinghe's eyes, it was definitely not like this. Otherwise, based on his understanding of Jiang Yinghe's character these days, this blood sword would never appear on Qingjing Cliff.

He raised his eyes and saw a man with red eyes in a mysterious clothes appear in front of him, his eyes staying on the master, as if he had never seen himself.

Only in the gap between talking with Jiang Yinghe, this blood-red monster turned its head and glanced at it with a look that was a mixture of murderous intent, coldness, and endless jealousy.

It's like magma rolling under the ice.

Chang Ye’s throat tightened, and the resurrected soul slowly opened his eyes in his body, revealing the look of the ancient fierce beast——

He smiled at this monster that hides its nature.

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On the night Jiang Yinghe returned, it rained on Qingjing Cliff.

After a hundred years of absence, Huanhan's temperament has not changed. He took Changye to his new residence with care and affection. Now that Changye has entered the Taoist school, he should learn to be independent and practice well.

The rain is raining, and it sounds a bit sleepy in my ears. Jiang Yinghe took out the comprehension world scripts he had collected over the years in the storage artifact, and began to review it for the third time.

No way, he hasn't purchased any periodicals for nearly a hundred years, so he can only look at the ones he has read before. Without mobile phones, computers, and the Internet, life in the realm of comprehension is just like that.

Jiang Yinghe just rolled his eyes and saw another new book opened next to Yu Case. He took it curiously and took a look, thinking that the cloud should have been falling, he turned back to the cover and glanced at the title of the book.

"The days when I was doted by three big men in the world of cultivation"

...This style of painting is a bit familiar.

Jiang Yinghe turned to the first page with a little dazedness, and the system that had been silent for a while suddenly lit up, and he made a slightly excited voice with artificially synthesized speakers: "Yes, that's it!"

Jiang Yinghe choked for a while and asked, "Do you have this taste for reading?"

System: "...then what do you want to see? Online education? How to become a good teacher?"

Jiang Yinghe pondered for a moment and nodded: "If it's useful, I really want to see it."

He reached out and flipped through the book roughly. It was a lingering love story. Unexpectedly, Yun's endless hobby was so unified with the girls on the earth he knew. Is this the true style of painting in the world of comprehension?

Jiang Ying

Hebian tried to flip it, and stopped at the last page.

The last page of the blue-pied thread-bound notebook is written in a spirit-ball pen, with a red gold color, and a line of dragons and phoenixes on it: A hundred-year heroes list in the world of comprehension.

This last page is folded, counting backwards from the last place. Jiang Yinghe knew in his heart, he first saw a few people, then opened the leaflet inside to find his apprentice.

Breaking through the Nascent Soul in such a short period of time, this kind of peerless genius, this little book will definitely have it, and it will be very advanced, maybe it will be the top three...

With a little excitement and expectation, Jiang Yinghe unfolded to the innermost page, and he saw the names of Li Huanhan and Qin Jun. Li Huanhan was second and Qin Jun was fifth, and the names were written in black. I described it again.

Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, and saw the small print on the side of Li Huanhan's name that read: Master Xuanwei Xianjun, Yuan Ying Dzogchen, a peerless genius. Ignore life and death and have no kindness. The body of the demon has no connection with the avenue, so it is lowered the ranking.

Jiang Yinghe felt a chill in his heart. He quietly watched this sentence, his eyes stopped at the sentence "The body of the demon has no relationship with the avenue", and then slowly moved his gaze away to look at Qin Jun's comment.

On the other side of Qin Jun, it reads: Shicheng Xuanwei Xianjun, Yuanying late, peerless genius. In extreme cases, Yi Jian went slanting forward, arrogant and arrogant, arrogant, ghostly, fragile body, mostly damaged in the mid-term, and had no relationship with the main road, so he dropped the ranking.

Jiang Yinghe's mood was completely different from when he had just discovered it. He put the book together, let out a deep breath, and then whispered: "...Why can't such talent and such diligence be connected with Dao?"

He raised his eyes and looked out the window, when he suddenly heard the sound of gentle footsteps in the night rain.

The mysterious door shook, and the figure of a young man with a slightly wet body appeared.

Chang Ye stood by the Xuanmen, her dark hair was a little damp, and she looked at Jiang Yinghe brightly.

It's like every cold night on the way back to Penglai. The boy took off his coat soaked in raindrops, climbed onto the bed, and got into the master's quilt.

"Long night," Jiang Yinghe said helplessly, "can't sleep with the master anymore."

The ball in the quilt squirmed twice, and then popped up from Jiang Yinghe's arms. The young boy's eyes were black and shiny, with a pitiful imploring tone.

"Master, I'm still a little scared." Chang Ye blinked, "And Senior Brother Li is so scary."

Jiang Yinghe touched his hair, thought of the world's prejudice against the body of the demon, and sighed: "Actually, Han's personality is very good. Don't pay too much attention to the surface."

Chang Ye watched Jiang Yinghe say these words, and once again had a new speculation about that monster's attempt-this magic cultivator was not trying to trick him into forming a Taoist companion and using people as a furnace...

His thoughts coincided with Qin Jun weirdly, only extremely bad speculations between each other.

Chang Ye stretched out his hand, revealing the sword wound on his arm, and said grievously: "Master, Brother Li hurts a person to hit someone, can you give me a blow..."

His eyes were bright and frank, like a pool of innocent and pure lake water.