After wearing a book, he had sex with Meiqiang, the miserable male second

In this way, Han Tianche was brought into the Nanyang faction by Wen Yang, and the head was entangled in affairs, so he was thrown to Wen Yang without showing his face.

Jiang Yan has seen countless scenes of the two getting along in the memory fragments afterwards: Wen Yang tirelessly taught Han Tianche to "introduce Qi into the body" over and over again; The two had a delicious meal; Han Tianche taught Wen Yang swordsmanship seriously, and the two sparred in the mountains...

Almost all of Han Tianche's memories in the Nanyang School are related to Wen Yang.

There were also several disciples who saw Han Tianche's outstanding appearance and talent, and intended to make friends with him, but they were all forced away by the other party's indifference and ignorance, and gradually rumors spread about his strange personality.

After Han Tianche heard the rumors, his exquisite and cold face did not fluctuate at all, and his indifferent black eyes would only fluctuate a little when he saw Wen Yang with a smile in his eyes, as if thousands of years of ice and snow had suddenly melted, revealing a deep love. A touch of tenderness hidden in the eyes.

One year after joining, Han Tianche accidentally heard someone talking about Wen Yang on the way down the mountain.

"Junior brother Wen is really powerful. He looks gentle and harmless, but in fact he fascinates senior brother Su Jingrong."

"Not only that, but he is still entangled with that new disciple."

"Nonsense, senior brother will fall in love with a bitch like him!"

"You said there is something attractive about him, hehe, could it be that he is so good at bed—"

Blue tendons popped out of the hand holding the long sword, and thick blood instantly filled Han Tian's dark eyes, dripping red blood, 'afterglow' suddenly came out of its sheath, and flew towards those monks with the sound of piercing through the sky!

The disciples never expected that there were other people here. If they didn't check for a while, it would be one step too late when the murderous intent came!

The lightning-like black sword light came in an instant, and they hurriedly sacrificed spiritual weapons to block it, but they were still cut by the sharp sword energy with several deep wounds, even hurting vital organs.

The cultivators ran away desperately, but the black sword light chased after them, and what made them even more terrified was the cold young man with an indifferent expression and blood-red eyes overflowing with murderous aura!

"There are monsters—"

"Help--"

Seeing that the cold sword edge was about to touch the fragile neck, the monks could even feel the sharp cold air from the sword body. Just as their hearts were trembling, a blue figure descended from the sky and stood in front of them like a god.

"Stop it, how can Nanyang faction disciples kill each other!"

"Big Brother!"

"It's Big Brother who came—"

A few monks wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads in fear, weeping with joy, they were finally saved.

With a flick of Su Jingrong's long sleeve, majestic spiritual power was released from the sleeve, and the strength of the sixth level of Qi Refining was released. No matter how talented Ren Hantianche was, even his second level of Qi Refining couldn't resist it.

The black sword light was shattered in the air, Han Tianche was hit by spiritual power, his body fell heavily on the ground like a kite with a broken string, and the bones on his body made a crisp sound of breaking.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, swallowing the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, and slowly stood up from the ground with the help of the long sword, looking at Su Jingrong coldly with his red eyes, without any retreat.

"Eldest brother, he is a monster!"

"Yes, senior brother, kill him quickly!"

Several cultivators spoke viciously while dealing with the bleeding wounds all over their bodies.

The severe pain caused by the sword qi intruding into the meridians made them unbearably painful. Looking at Han Tianche who was right in front of him, he wished to eat his flesh alive!

Su Jingrong frowned and looked at the cold-eyed young man. When he saw the other's red eyes, there was a hint of disgust, but he still suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and said loudly: "This matter is very important, I'd better report it to the head Master will make a decision."

"Let's go together too."

Several monks glared at Han Tianche viciously, helped each other up, and there was a malicious look in their eyes.

They must add fuel and vinegar in front of the head, so that the head will drive this monster out of the sect!

When the scene changed, Jiang Yan saw a lot of disciples gathered in the hall where the headmaster was. Wen Yang also came after hearing the news, looking at Han Tianche anxiously.

The latter's pupils have gradually returned to their original color, their long eyelashes drooping, and only a flash of red light can be seen in the black pupils.

The few people described the scene that just happened in a hurry, deliberately concealing their initial vicious speculations, and blamed everything on the other party's brutal killing and harming the same sect.

"Impossible, Junior Brother Han is definitely not such a person!

You must have done the first thing that made him intolerable. "

As soon as Wen Yang changed from his previous kind temperament, he shot sharp eyes at several people with an unspeakable aura.

Frightened by his eyes, several people lowered their heads with some guilt, and stopped being aggressive.

"Master, Junior Brother Han's eyes are blood red. He might be the son of a demon cultivator. I don't know how to deal with it?"

Su Jingrong took a step forward and said solemnly.

Han Tianche's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his body tensed up all of a sudden, and he could clearly see the lines of his muscles covered under the robe and the bursting veins on the back of his hands.

He lowered his head even more, his eyes stared straight at the ground, covering the red light in his eyes.

"Oh, is that so?"

The master looked at Han Tianche who said nothing, lingered on the unremarkable scabbard in his hand for a while, and muttered: "I'll check his physique first, and then make a judgment."

"Yes."

Su Jingrong bowed upright, and retreated with several other disciples.

The head took Han Tianche to the inner room, Wen Yang also wanted to go in, but was blocked by a prohibition, so he could only wait outside the door impatiently.

"Take off your robe and jacket."

The master asked him to take off his clothes and lie on the bed with his back to him.

The sword was also unloaded and placed on the table beside him. From Jiang Yan's perspective, he could see the master's eyes resting on the long sword for a long time before turning his eyes back.

A ray of green spiritual power emanated from the head of the sect, piercing into Han Tianche's back.

The spiritual power was flowing around him, Han Tianche closed his eyes tightly as if he was asleep, as if he had fallen into a deep dream.

The headman walked around him, and pulled out the long black sword that was on the table. Some old fingers caressed the sharp blade, and looked at this fifth-order spirit sword almost obsessively.

He cut his finger with the tip of the sword and dripped it on the body of the sword in an attempt to make the sword recognize its owner, but a sharp black sword light came out!

The master used his foundation-building stage cultivation to suppress the icy blade and retract the scabbard.

"Where did your sword come from?" A sullen voice sounded in the inner room.

"Mother said it was given to me by my father..."

Han Tianche twitched uncomfortably on the bed, whispered in his sleep, and told the other party the origin of the 'afterglow' in detail.

"Blood of heart..." The headmaster looked at the plain scabbard and pondered.

After half a quarter of an hour, the master signaled the other party to stand up, frowned deeply, and said in a serious tone: "I have checked, there is a strong evil spirit in your body, and it has no effect at present, but your eyes will turn red when you are emotional. .

But as time goes by, ten years at most, you will become a monster who only knows how to kill. "

Han Tianche's figure trembled, and his eyes, which were as bright as cold stars, also dimmed a bit. His lifespan...was only ten years left?

He will never allow himself to become a monster who only knows how to kill!

The headmaster looked at his depressed expression, and changed the subject:

"You don't have to be overly depressed. I have a way to save it, but I can't guarantee it will be safe."

Han Tianche immediately raised his hem, knelt down on both knees and kowtowed heavily: "I implore the master to save you!"

"Get up, you are a disciple of my Nanyang Sect."

The head of the sect stroked his beard and smiled, "The method is not difficult, but every six months you need to draw a talisman from your heart, and then paste the talisman on your heart."

"I see that you are very talented. In order to seal the evil spirit in your body conveniently, I will accept you as a closed disciple."

"Thank you, Master!"

Han Tianche kowtowed again, his eyes were obviously grateful when he stood up.

Apart from Wen Yang, the sect leader is the first person who doesn't dislike his red eyes and treats him so well.

Wen Yang...

Thinking of this name, Han Tianche felt pain in his heart. He wondered how the other party would behave after seeing his eye color that was different from others?Will you hate yourself like everyone else?

"It's not too late, let's take a drop of your blood to make a talisman today." The headmaster smiled lightly.

"Then trouble Master."

Han Tianche lay on his back on the bed, and soon felt a sharp stabbing pain in his heart. A five-inch long silver needle-shaped container pierced the skin of his chest, penetrated into his heart, and brought out a drop of thick heart blood .

Heart blood is the most essential part of a monk, taking even a little will seriously damage his vitality.

When the silver needle was pulled out, Han Tianche's whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and his head was dizzy. He closed his eyes, pale face and lay on the bed panting heavily, without even the strength to move a finger.

So he didn't see the headman carefully put his heart's blood into the white jade bottle, and took out another jade bottle filled with blood and began to draw talismans.

Jiang Yan's eyes froze. He had never seen this kind of weird talisman. It looked like a fire talisman, but it wasn't.

But what he can be sure of is that this is definitely not a talisman to suppress the evil spirit in the body!

Using the monk's blood to refine talismans is more like a blood talisman used by demonic cultivators to stimulate blood energy. I am afraid that this talisman will not only fail to suppress the evil spirit in Han Tianche's body, but will encourage the spread of evil spirit!

After the talisman was drawn, the master stuck it on Han Tianche's chest where he had just pumped his blood. From Jiang Yan's perspective, he could clearly see the black evil energy in Han Tianche's body gushing out from his chest, flowing like an air current. Swimming on the surface of the skin, it quickly disappeared into his body.

The leader gave him a recovery pill to help him recover. After half an hour of recuperation, Han Tianche was finally able to get out of bed reluctantly, left the place with his sword, and met Wen Yang who was waiting at the door.

"You finally came out, your face is very pale, what's wrong?" Wen Yang asked worriedly.

"nothing."

Han Tianche turned his head and said in a low voice, not wanting him to see his red eyes.

"Your eyes..."

Wen Yang took the initiative to mention it, and Han Tianche's heart instantly fell to the bottom of the valley. His thin lips were drawn into a line, waiting for the coming Ling Chi.

"Your eyes are beautiful, dazzling like red gemstones, I like them very much."