[Quick wear] The male partner always has his own ideas

Master?

Luan Jiang rummaged through the memory of the original owner, and found that the original owner's impression of him as a master was extremely shallow.

Thinking that there is still a way to search for souls in this world, Luan Jiang frowned even deeper.

At that time, when facing the original master, he shouldn't be able to tell that he is not the deity at a glance, right? ? ?

Seeing Luan Jiang frowning, looking worried, Jin Zhaoyu thought he was worried that his master would favor Mo Yunze, so he said, "If your master doesn't believe you, just join me in the Huanzong sect." Right? With me here, no one in Hehuan Sect can bully you."

Jin Zhaoyu, who had finally settled his suspicions with his younger brother, is now bent on bringing Luan Jiang back to Huanzong.

This happened to Luan Jiang, Jin Zhaoyu could feel at ease only if he saw people every day.

"Go to the Hehuan Sect to learn the method of double cultivation?" Luan Jiang glanced at him lightly, his tone flat.

"How is it possible?!" He was very calm, but Jin Zhaoyu reacted greatly after hearing this, "How can people from the Hehuan Sect be worthy of you?"

Apparently, Jin Zhaoyu is a person who has almost brought out his younger brother's attributes to the extreme.

What he said was so embarrassing for Luan Jiang to answer. At this moment, a blue sound bird flew in through the half-open window.

The sound bird stopped on the wooden table in the middle of the room, opened its mouth, and what came out was a man's voice, like ice embellished jade, clear and magnetic, but extremely majestic——

"Come to the main hall of Xizhao Peak."

Xizhao Peak is where Qiu Heng lives, and his disciples all live in Shangling Peak.

Hearing this, Luan Jiang was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Jin Zhaoyu with a serious expression, "I'll carry you over."

"...I can go by myself." Luan Jiang was very helpless.

Jin Zhaoyu didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The two stalemate for about half a minute, and finally Luan Jiang was defeated first, he sighed: "Okay, okay."

Jin Zhaoyu's slightly frowned eyebrows melted instantly, and his eyes seemed to be full of spring water, which was so soft that it was unbelievable, and his voice was even more so: "Little Jiang is so good. Come, brother hug."

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with a snap.

"Hiss—" Jin Zhaoyu asked aggrievedly while rubbing the back of his hand, "Little Jiang, why did you hit me?"

Luan Jiang kicked him off the bed, glanced at him faintly, and replied, "You owe."

Hearing this, Jin Zhaoyu felt even more aggrieved, but when Luan Jiang walked in front of him, he smiled brightly again, as if he had obtained some extremely powerful magic weapon.

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When Luan Jiang and Jin Zhaoyu walked out of the room, Mo Yunze was still bound by Jin Zhaoyu's Wood Breathing Technique.

It's not that Mo Yunze doesn't want to break free, but that he can't break free...

Jin Zhaoyu, who has already entered the Nascent Soul stage, has naturally reached the level of Nascent Soul. How could Mo Yunze, a monk who has consecrated Dzogchen, have a way to get rid of these vines?

Fortunately, this is Shangling Peak, if Mo Yunze was trapped by Jin Zhaoyu outside the main hall of the Zongmen, it would be really embarrassing.

Seeing Luan Jiang and Jin Zhaoyu, Mo Yunze's expression froze. Naturally, he also received Qiu Heng's sound bird, but he couldn't break free from the wooden breath technique. Now his spiritual consciousness almost enveloped the entire Yunji Immortal Sect's Qiu Heng. He didn't intend to help him relieve it, so he could only ask Jin Zhaoyu...

As an inner disciple of Yunji Immortal Sect, and also a senior disciple of Venerable Yuan Qing, when did he ask for help?

That's why Mo Yunze's posture of begging for help was very stiff, and his tone of voice was also dry: "Sect Master Jin, Master wants to see me, and I hope you can solve this spell."

But obviously, Jin Zhaoyu didn't intend to let him go so easily.

The man sneered and asked, "Is this how you beg?"

Now Mo Yunze's whole body stiffened.

Being humiliated by Jin Zhaoyu in such a way, and in front of his junior brother, what Mo Yunze felt in his heart, perhaps only he himself knows.

It was Luan Jiang who temporarily relieved Mo Yunze's embarrassment: "Jin Zhaoyu, don't make my master wait for a long time."

As soon as Luan Jiang finished speaking, the vines that bound Mo Yunze tightly loosened immediately, and then rushed back into the ground.

The youth and the man walked side by side.

Mo Yunze heard the conversation between the two——

"Why don't you call me brother? I'm dozens of years older than you." Jin Zhaoyu questioned.

The average age of monks is almost two hundred years old. In comparison, it is not an exaggeration to say that 17-year-old Luan Jiang is a baby.

In comparison, Luan Jiang's tone was much colder and calmer: "I'm not used to it."

"If you're not used to it, don't you get used to it just once?" Jin Zhaoyu chased after him, "Isn't Xiao Jiang used to calling you Shizun and Senior Sister from the beginning?"

He automatically skipped the senior brother Mo Yunze.

Luan Jiang was unmoved, "One more thing, go back to your Hehuan sect."

As soon as these words came out, Jin Zhaoyu immediately shut up.

When the three of them arrived outside the main hall of Xizhao Peak, Xie Yangqian and You Yi were there, as well as a woman Jin Zhaoyu didn't know.

But from the undisguised disgust on You Yi's face and Mo Yunze's slightly weird expression, he guessed the identity of this woman all at once.

"You fell in love with this kind of thing?" Jin Zhaoyu said to Luan Jiang, but everyone present knew who he was talking about, "Some outer disciples of the Hehuan Sect are three points more beautiful than her. "

Xie Yangqian: "..."

This man's words are really stinging.

You Yi burst into laughter in his heart, Jin Xiaozong could really speak.

Both Mo Yunze and Song Xiling's expressions turned ugly.

At this time, Qiu Heng's voice came from the hall, cold and indifferent: "Come in."

Although Jin Zhaoyu was used to arrogance and arrogance, he still didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of the palace of No. 1 Venerable Yuan Qing in the world of cultivating immortals.

A group of people lowered their heads slightly and walked slowly into the hall one by one.

With Qiu Heng present, the temperature in this hall seems to be much lower than outside.

Mo Yunze knelt down on the ground first, his tone was respectful, and he didn't dare to make any mistakes: "The disciple has met the master."

When Luan Jiang, who was standing beside Jin Zhaoyu, was about to kneel down, Qiu Heng suddenly said, "You don't need to kneel, just raise your head."

Although his tone was still cold, but upon listening carefully, compared to just now, it was a little more gentle.

The other people who lowered their heads all showed a bit of doubt and surprise on their faces.

For some reason, Luan Jiang's heart suddenly beat very hard.

He tried his best to calm down his heartbeat, slowly raised his head, and when he saw the man sitting above him, a rare look of amazement flashed across his eyes.

After experiencing several worlds, this is the first time he has encountered a person whose skin and flesh and blood are so perfect, like a stunning treasure that the gods have carefully crafted for hundreds of years.

Even the various colors in the world will lose some flavor in front of him.

"come over."

The doubts on the faces of the others became even worse.

Song Xiling bit her lower lip lightly, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense.

In front of the venerables of the Mahayana period, Luan Jiang had no room to resist at all.

He came to Qiu Heng step by step. At this moment, the distance between the two was barely one meter away.

Luan Jiang looked at Qiu Heng, inexplicably thinking of the moon-filled night after snowfall, everything around was silent, only the feeling of the breeze blowing through the treetops and the snow falling down.

Bitter and clean, far away from the clouds.

But this coldness melted into a faint, oppressive but extremely strong horror in the next second.

At such a close distance, with just one glance, Qiu Heng could clearly see all the injuries on Luan Jiang's body.

"Why are you hurt so badly?" he asked.

The tone of tone is neither thick nor weak, which is almost unnoticeable by others.

If you don't file a complaint at this time, when will you wait?

Luan Jiang lowered his eyes, looking a little aggrieved, his pale complexion was particularly pitiful, and his voice was very soft, the kind that would disappear when the wind blows: "Senior brother punished me."

Including Luan Jiang, what no one expected was that right after Luan Jiang finished speaking, a gust of wind that seemed to be wrapped in countless needles and sharp knives suddenly attacked Mo Yunze from above.

Even though Qiu Heng only used three percent of his spiritual power, the sense of oppression brought by this wind is still terrifying.

If Qiu Heng hadn't set up a barrier at the door, Mo Yunze would have been blown away by the gust of wind.

The heavy sound of her body falling to the ground made Song Xiling's whole heart rise in her throat. She couldn't figure out why Venerable Yuan Qing, who had only appeared three times in the previous life and was not gentle and intimate with Luan Jiang, would replace Luan Jiang at this time. Luan Jiang stepped forward to teach Mo Yunze a lesson.

And without asking why.

Mo Yunze lay on the ground, spurting a big mouthful of blood.

He was seriously injured, as if his liver and lungs had been crushed bit by bit by someone's hands.

"21 corroded bone nails." Qiu Heng stood up, his eyes fell on Mo Yunze who was vomiting blood, and his tone was cold and violent, "Mo Yunze, who gave you the courage?"

Every time Qiu Heng said a word, the coercion on his body increased.

Jin Zhaoyu and Xie Yangqian could barely hold on, but Song Xiling and You Yi sat on the ground with weak legs, and the respectful kneeling posture just now disappeared completely.

But Luan Jiang, who was the closest to Qiu Heng, didn't feel the tyrannical and oppressive aura at all.

Seeing Song Xiling and You Yi who were slumped on the ground and trembling, Luan Jiang gave Qiu Heng a suspicious look.

Qiu Heng, who instantly sensed it, tilted his head slightly, and met his eyes.

The young man's face was so pale that it was dazzling, his lips were soft but bloodless, his eyes were rippling and soft inside, as if he was extremely wronged, like a little spirit beast just born , soft and weak, desperately longing for warm shelter.

At this moment, a tsunami surged in Qiu Heng's heart, enough to cover the sky and the sun.

Upset.

Lost my mind.

His voice was soft, without any coldness: "Don't be afraid. Master is here, no one can hurt you again."

Xie Yangqian:?Is this really the Master Yuan Qing whom his master said was as cold as ice?

Jin Zhaoyu: Why do I feel like my brother is going to be snatched away? ? ?