My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

He did not have in-depth exchanges with Yuan Xia.

After not seeing each other for four years, Jiang He had no idea what Yuan Xia’s personality was like now, or what plans she had for him.

Maybe, as they said, they have bad intentions towards me.

But no matter what, he would not give up Yuan Xia.

Jiang He turned his attention to He Er and He San. The two were the secret agents of Shanfa Hall in Hezhou, but now they appeared here openly.

In addition, these disciples were on guard.

He should be fighting with the Holy Son Yuehua, and the Qingyang Immortal Sect is looking for this opportunity. They want to take advantage of the fight between the two and capture the two Holy Sons in one fell swoop.

It has to be said that the people of Qingyang Immortal Sect were very cautious, fearing that if they killed one of them, the other would notice something was wrong and escape.

Yuan Xia didn't know whether he took his words to heart.

He San sneered, "What are you looking at? Don't you think that person will come to save you today? Even if he is a Jindan Zhenren, he dare not trespass into the Shanfa Palace. Wait, don't let me take you down."

"A master who can be killed by his own disciple is truly a fool. He can't even see through his own disciple who he spends every day with."

Jiang He changed the subject and directed his attack at He San's master.

A disciple chuckled: "Hey! Master Shengzi, he killed his master himself, what's the point of you scolding his master?"

They also noticed the conflict between the few people and were looking forward to how Jiang He would react, but they were greatly disappointed. He couldn't even get to the point of criticizing anyone.

He San suddenly fell silent. Jiang He didn't care about their reactions and continued:

"I guess your master is a pervert like you, and he treated you very badly, so you killed him? He is also a good-for-nothing who can't even beat you."

"Shut up!" He San suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, "My master is..."

"But what?"

Jiang He knew very well that people of the Shengan Religion could not be inferred by common sense. Contrary to what he said, He San's master was the senior brother of the current Zhenren Cangping.

He is an expert at formations and treats his disciples very well.

Unfortunately, he died in Tianji's assassination. The reason why Tianji succeeded so easily was because of his secret help.

Killing his master has always been something he is proud of.

Such a master of formations, kind and respectable, died at the hands of his most insignificant disciple.

Out of a perverted mentality, he tried his best to glorify his master.

But he could not tell who his master was. Zhenren Cangping was a half-step True Lord, and was on good terms with many True Lords. The Cangping City under his rule was a famous holy land of alchemy.

Even if he joined the Shengan Sect, he was forced to be a hidden man and hide his identity.

If Master Cang Ping knew about this, he would surely die even with the protection of the Divine Sense Religion.

He San is a pervert, but he doesn't want to die.

His hands were shaking. How could the master be such a person?

Why would it be surprising to kill such a master? Why would it be a source of pride?

It's just an ordinary and common story in the world of cultivation.

He San said hoarsely: "You are not worthy of knowing my master's name, you only need to know that he is a well-known and famous person!"

"What big shot?" Jiang He laughed disdainfully, "It's just an ordinary rat, a sewer rat that you are embarrassed to even mention."

Sewer Rat

He San had never heard of this title in the world of cultivation, but it contained a very insulting meaning that made it difficult for him to accept.

I wanted to call out the master's name immediately, but

"puff!"

He San spit out a mouthful of blood. He Er supported He San in horror. He didn't expect He San to suddenly spit out blood.

He shouted at Jiang He angrily: "What did you do? You dared to use secret techniques in the Shanfa Hall. You are really courting death!"

The disciple who had chuckled earlier was also stunned. The people present had high cultivation levels, so they could naturally tell whether Jiang He was using any secret techniques or not.

He San killed his own master, but he still cares so much about his master's reputation.

How did Jiang He see this? Will he see the obsession in my heart?

When she thought of this, she shrank her neck, afraid that Jiang He would notice her.

"I didn't use any secret techniques."

Jiang He spread his hands. He didn't expect He San to be so angry that he spit blood.

But it is understandable that the more abnormal these people are, the more they care about certain thoughts in their minds and cannot be ignored with common sense.

This is exactly Feng Yi's way of cheating, relying on the devilish nature of the evil cultivator.

"Okay, the Holy Son invites you."

A disciple came down from upstairs. She frowned at the chaos in the inn and called out to Jiang He.

Jiang He felt a little guilty. The master he had just created in his words seemed to be talking about himself?

What made Jiang He speechless was that he described himself as He San's master, which made He San so angry that he vomited blood.

It seems normal for a disciple to want to kill such a master.

Jiang He took a deep breath, and without even looking at He Er who was still yelling at the side, he followed his disciples upstairs.

Chapter 155 Goodbye

After the disciples left, two people stared at each other in the Holy Son's room.

"Why did you come just now? Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? And you're talking about the New Year's Festival? Almost everyone is leaving now!"

Her tone was intense, and Jiang He couldn't help but look at the night that was dotted with fireworks and flickered.

Festivals like the New Year often last until very late, so now is the busiest time.

Jiang He knew that she was getting impatient, but he replied unhappily:

"Hey, why is it you? I haven't settled the score with you for trying to kill me a few days ago."

Xiao He's face was pale and bloodless. The exposed skin made up for the scars.

Much more miserable than before.

She was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while. She coughed for a while and said in a patient tone:

"Do you know that the Yuehua Saint has set his sights on you? And this is the territory of the Yuehua Palace! Do you think you are invincible and are not afraid of the Yuehua Saint even on the territory of the Yuehua Palace? At this critical moment, you are still going to spend some meaningless festival with you, and you are still...still not coming!"

The worry on Xiao He's face came from the bottom of her heart. She looked at Jiang He with gritted teeth, her voice even tinged with tears:

"And you let me be discovered by Saint Yuehua. Moreover, I thought you had an accident and went out to look for you!"

Jiang He's heart skipped a beat, he knew that the so-called four saints of the Shen Gan Sect were just raising poisonous insects.

It seems honorable, but in fact it is just one of countless poisonous insects.

The best one will be chosen from among them, and then a sacrifice will be held, with the winner being used as the body of the descending god.

Although the four saints are from the same sect, the fights between them are extremely bloody and life-and-death.

Jiang He felt uneasy: "You went out to look for me?"

Xiao He still clenched her teeth and looked at Jiang He with disgust.

She really didn't want her sister to meet this man again. Every time they were together, her sister always felt uncomfortable.

Especially last time.

In the past, my sister’s eyes were like a tranquil lake, gentle and lonely, but the surface of the lake often reflected a look of hope.

But after the last meeting, all those spirits disappeared and it became like a dead lake.

She didn't know what Jiang He had done, but she definitely didn't want them to meet again.

Even though she was punished by her sister last time for making a decision in private

Jiang He stared at Xiao He, she gritted her teeth, and just like when she saw her before, there was an inexplicable vigilance and determination flashing on her face.

Not

What does Yuan Xia’s affairs have to do with you?

"Little girl, why do you always like to make decisions for the Son of God?"

Jiang He frowned and asked in confusion.

"I'm doing this for her own good! If you really want to be good to my sister, then don't get close to her anymore. This will only hurt her! How dare you get involved in the fight between the saints? You will only become my sister's weakness!"

Xiao He finally couldn't help it and retorted angrily.

He made himself sound like a real person when he said this. He was truly caring about his sister, unlike this guy who came running over to please his sister after seeing her become the Son of Good Dharma.

snort!

Maybe he wasn't trying to please her, but was arrogantly ordering her around in the tone of a so-called master.

Otherwise, why would my sister be in such a bad mood afterwards?

Doesn't he know his own weight?

If his sister hadn't been restraining herself, he would have died at her hands long ago.

"You know, besides Yuehua Shengzi, there is a force far more powerful than him who is eyeing my sister, but someone of your level is not even worthy of knowing the name of this force!"

Xiao He's mouth spewed out a series of words like a machine gun, catching Jiang He off guard.

"A more powerful force?"

Could it be the Qingyang Immortal Sect? It seems that Xiao He is Yuan Xia's confidant and even told him this news.

Xiao He glanced at Jiang He, his eyes full of distrust:

"Do you think I will tell you? What if you leak it out and hurt your sister?"

"A self-righteous fool."

Jiang He had no intention of arguing with her, his face was grim.

"You keep saying that you are doing this for her good, but you can't see clearly what you have done. You are talking about the Qingyang Immortal Sect, right?"

When Xiao He heard Jiang He's insults, he immediately raised his eyebrows, but when he heard him directly point out Qingyang Xianzong, his expression became flustered: "No, I'm sorry!"

"Aren't there only a few forces that are more powerful than Yuehua Saint? Once this kind of talk gets out, won't this force know that their plan has been exposed?"

Jiang He didn't expect Yuan Xia's cronies in Shanfa Hall to be so stupid.

Xiaohe's previous behavior was beyond his expectations, but he didn't expect that she could go further.

But considering her still young age.

Jiang He speculated that Yuan Xia had taken pity on him and rescued him in the Hall of Good Law. Yuan Xia had always had good intentions in his heart, although after four years, these good intentions had become increasingly weak.

"I"

Xiao He was suddenly speechless.

"Besides, how can it be your turn to decide Yuan Xia's affairs? You are just her maid, but now you are the master and are controlling her? Yuan Xia really raised an ungrateful person."

Jiang He looked at her blushing face, shook his head and sighed,

"You say you are doing this for her own good, but you have always judged based on your own subjective opinion, and you never put yourself in Yuan Xia's shoes. If you were Yuan Xia, wouldn't you want an explanation?"

Jiang He no longer wanted to argue with her and planned to go home.

It seems that Yuan Xia went out secretly. Except for Xiao He, the other disciples don’t know that Yuan Xia is no longer here.

However, thinking about the fact that she was being watched by many people, Jiang He could understand it.

Just as I was about to push open the door and go out, Xiao He's unwilling voice came from behind me:

"Sister, I just went out temporarily. Fudomon came back and told sister something. Sister wanted to see where you lived before, and said she would be back soon."

Jiang He's bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

Isn’t this place the Chaolai Inn?

Just now a bunch of wandering cultivators gathered there.

No, Yuan Xia's cultivation level is beyond the reach of those casual cultivators.