My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

Upon hearing this, Qiao Song tentatively entered Long Tao's body.

Long Tao, who was lying on the ground, suddenly began to tremble.

Eyes struggling to open.

Just when Jiang He thought it was feasible, Qiao Song's spirit came out again.

His soul, which was wrapped in a cage, became increasingly transparent, and he said in fear:

"No, he has been absorbing my spiritual energy. If I stay in my body for too long, I'm afraid he will eat me alive."

Jiang He was a little disappointed. If Qiao Song, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, couldn't bear it, then it would be even more difficult for Zhao Qiujun to do it.

"However, it can be controlled for a short period of time, and it seems that it can also perform a secret method."

Qiao Song added hesitantly.

Jiang He hesitated, watching the foundation-building cultivators of Long Mansion still in helplessness and rage, searching everywhere.

After a brief hesitation, he quietly put the Moon Puppet back.

Jiang He was in a good mood. At least he had the means to restrain himself when dealing with the Moon Puppet.

He couldn't help but look out the window.

Ever since he came back, the white-haired girl has been sitting cross-legged in the yard practicing.

I was so engrossed that I didn't notice him coming back at all.

The long white hair looked like strands of silver hair, and was coated with a layer of golden light by the sunlight.

On the cold and aloof face, you can see fine hairs.

Let her be more childish.

The slender waist tied with a belt can be held in one hand, the breasts are plump, and the girl's budding figure is particularly attractive.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his mind was completely immersed in the Long Li Sword placed on his knees.

It is hard to find even a trace of the innocence of the past in him anymore.

At some point, she opened her eyes and looked over here.

His eyes were like ice mirrors, clear and cold.

Jiang He subconsciously looked away, feeling uncomfortable, but wasn't it all his own fault?

Sure enough, Minxin has always been courageous and determined.

He was somewhat relieved. Even though he was inevitably a little depressed, his own feelings were always secondary to his apprentice.

After Jiang He finished reading, he stood up and opened the door.

He walked towards the white-haired girl who had been looking at him.

"Min Xin, do you need any elixirs or the like? Although Master can't teach you much about swordsmanship, he still has plenty of elixirs for practice."

Jiang He smiled and took out a storage ring as if he was presenting a treasure.

Apart from anything else, Feng Yan has quite a lot of medicinal pills.

Moreover, they are suitable for cultivators in the early and middle stages of foundation building.

These are the pills he carefully selected and prepared for Bai Minxin.

The white-haired girl raised her lips and said respectfully:

"Thank you, Master."

However, her expression was even colder, with a little twisting fire hidden in her eyes.

She glanced at Jiang He, and suddenly took a step back, keeping an appropriate distance.

Then he took it with both hands.

Jiang He almost froze for a moment.

Min Xin actually started to keep a distance from herself.

However, as she stared at her, Jiang He's expression did not change at all, and he handed it to her as if nothing had happened.

Good

Through long-term interactions with his apprentices, he has already honed the ability to control his demeanor.

None of your actions just now should have revealed any inappropriate emotions.

Since my disciple is so determined, I, as her master, cannot cause her any more trouble.

Minxin has always been determined. This thought crossed Jiang He's mind again.

The girl's slender fingers tightly grasped the storage ring.

She calmly put her hands in her sleeves, pursed her lips, looked at Jiang He casually, and said hesitantly:

"Master, since you are here, Min Xin will go back to practice."

"No need, I have to go out later."

Jiang He smiled and habitually reached out to touch her head, but withdrew his hand when he saw her cold eyes.

With his hands behind his back, he asked:

"Where's Jin'er? I'll take her out for a walk later. Minxin, do you want to eat anything?"

Bai Minxin was silent for a while, then shook his head and said:

"Thank you, Master. It's not necessary. I don't care about food. Jin'er is in my room."

Immediately, without waiting for Jiang He to speak, he sat cross-legged on the ground again to comprehend the sword intent.

Jiang He knew that she was devoted to practicing, so he stopped disturbing her.

Pacing towards Bai Minxin's room.

After he left, the white-haired girl opened her eyes, mist filling them.

Why. Even if I treat him like this, he doesn't react at all.

Master, don’t you always say that I’m stubborn?

Why can't you see it now?

"Jin'er, Jin'er?"

The little girl was in a bad mood.

Jiang He came to the conclusion.

He still had a blank expression on his face, and didn't ignore me on purpose.

But it seemed like it was rusty and its reaction was much slower.

She sat on the bed with her two white and tender legs resting on the edge of the bed, just barely reaching the ground.

The little hands unconsciously clenched into fists and placed on his legs like two soft white buns.

Jiang He waved his hand in front of her eyes, squatted down, rubbed her small fist, and placed it in his palm.

She asked softly, "What's wrong? Who bullied my Jin'er?"

"Weird Jiner."

She uttered two words without beginning or ending, her eyes fixed on Jiang He's lips.

Jiang He noticed her gaze and understood.

She thought that the conflict between her and Bai Minxin was because she kissed her.

But that was just the fuse.

There have long been hidden dangers between the two of them.

Jiang He patted her little head: "Don't blame Jin'er, maybe it's good now, let your sister grow up. Otherwise, you will be like a child all day long."

Jiang He really likes Min Xin who depends on him and likes to act coquettishly towards him.

But such a Minxin would only revolve around him and would not have her own world.

Chapter 179 Unhappy Jiner

Jiang He looked at her white legs and said with a smile, "I didn't massage Jin'er's legs that day. As compensation today, let's take Jin'er out to play."

We have to walk a lot today, and this girl may not be able to handle it.

Jin'er shook her head slightly and held his hand with her little hand.

Is Jin'er feeling shy now?

Jiang He laughed dumbly, and said as he led her along the way, "If you get tired, let Master carry you again."

She didn't comment and followed him silently.

Jiang He glanced at the white-haired girl, who was still concentrating on her practice.

Well, Bai Minxin was by his side at the time, so there was no need to be so careful with Qiao Song. Perhaps Minxin could deal with him alone.

"I kind of want to eat some candied haws."

Before he left, the girl's emotionless voice came from behind him again.

Just a few steps out of the yard, Jin'er's two little white legs stopped swinging.

Pulling the corner of his clothes, she looked at him silently.

Although Jiang He can guess Jin Er's thoughts in most cases.

But he couldn't read minds, so it was too much to ask him to understand a little girl who had no expression and didn't speak.

Jin'er's problem is also very serious.

But he had tried to get Jin'er to speak before, but she was determined and just uttered one or two words occasionally as usual.

Jiang He knew that this girl had something wrong, so he pretended not to know and asked blankly:

"What happened to Jin'er?"

She raised her delicate little face, her dark pupils seemed frozen as she simply stared at him.

"Since there's nothing else to do, let's keep going."

He had to make this little girl talk more today.

It also made the little girl understand that many things in the world require one to take the initiative on her own, rather than just relying on others.

Jiang He paused and continued walking on his own.

Let her little hand fall from the corner of his clothes.

He regretted it as soon as he took a step. Would Jin'er follow him? Would she feel bad?

These thoughts kept popping up in my mind.

But as the saying goes, a loving father often spoils his daughter.

In previous lives, we often heard of examples of children being ruined by overindulgence.

The same goes for Jin'er. If you always follow her silence and cater to her in every way.

She would always stay in the comfort zone of silence, and even less want to talk.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

The little girl remained where she was, without any sound of footsteps being heard.

This girl has always been very passive.

It even reached an extreme.

Not being able to walk without being led is just a small matter.

She will even wet her pants if no one is watching her, won't wash if no one helps her wash, won't eat if no one feeds her.

But Jiang He could understand.

Not to mention Jin'er's experience four years ago, her time in Qingyang Immortal Sect alone was enough to create this kind of character.

This is an age when he should be active and lively, but he is wrapped in the resurrection bag day and night.