My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi was not surprised to hear this praise, thinking that what he said was true.

The Lingying Mountain was destroyed a hundred years ago, and the Shifang Pavilion seemed to want to erase the crime, destroying all records and traces related to it, and it is strictly forbidden to talk about it in the Nanfeng territory.

If the evil hadn't turned into a lingering fear, and the cause of the disaster had been engraved into the bones of everyone in Yunzhang, the existence of Lingying Mountain would have been deliberately and completely erased from history.

Except for some long-lived monks who live in seclusion and still remember the Xuehong mud claws of the Wan Yao King, people born in the past hundred years have only a vague legend sealed in the clay statue.

Qiu Song saw that Xia Qi was not in a hurry to leave, as if he had held back for hundreds of years without speaking, he pulled him to the shade of a tree in the corner of the courtyard, took out a plate of melon seeds and a set of teapots from the mustard seeds, and pretended to have a long chat .

Xia Qi suspected that there was everything in Qiu Song's mustard seeds, and asked tentatively without hope, "Are there any grapes?"

Qiu Song buried his head in the pages, and actually brought out a plate of raisins for Xia Qi to eat.

Xia Qi wasn't picky about food, so he took a few of them amusedly, and thought the taste was good, so he put a few in his palm and handed them to Suisui on his shoulder.

He had been curious about something for a long time, and now he was chatting with an insider, so he took the opportunity to ask: "Speaking of which, is there anything that records the image of the Wan Yao King handed down?"

"Of course there are." Qiu Song took out a handful of things, "It's all over the street, I kept a few of them at random, if the benefactor is interested..."

Xia Qi looked at several sculptured sea dragons of different shapes in Qiu Song's hands, one of them was a small white jade sea dragon two fingers wide, holding a clear and moist red bead in its claws, it seemed so cute at a glance, it was him Form not collected.

He immediately accepted the kindness, took the white jade little Hailong with a calm expression, and put it into his sleeve under Qiu Song's staring gaze.

"Isn't this the original body? I mean the appearance of a human being."

Qiu Song didn't expect Xia Qi to take his polite words seriously, and lost an expensive collection for nothing.He suppressed the expression of toothache: "...The Wan Yao King rarely shows up in the world. According to the legend of those lucky enough to see him, every time it is the original body of Hai Long, who can block out the sky and block out the sun, and is full of majesty. Besides , most of the demon spirits still prefer to maintain their original form at ease, maybe the Wan Yao King has never transformed into a human form."

It turns out that very few people have seen Shu Lang transform into a human form...

Xia Qi was thoughtful, caressing the little white jade sea dragon in his hand with downcast eyes: "You said earlier that the Wan Yao King is unique in the world, what do you mean by that?"

With his fingertips, he carried out a clearing technique calmly, from the sculpture to the handover of Little Hailong, all the other people's breath remained on his body, as if he had just completed it, and let the touch of his fingertips imprint on it. Only traces of him.

Qiu Song narrated the secret of old age, and the melon seeds kept falling on the palm of his hand: "Quan Yunzhang knew about the tragic battle between Lingying Mountain and Shifang Pavilion a hundred years ago, but those who lived longer would have a better understanding of what happened to Xifang 200 years ago. Huang Yu Mozhan must have an impression."

Xia Qi was taken aback, Xihuang?

Xihuang refers to the desert area stretching for thousands of miles in the west of Yunzhang, where the earth and everything are swallowed by yellow sand and scorching sun, the environment is extremely harsh, and there is no one inhabited.

According to Xiaoshan's task report document, some disciples once took over the commission to go to Xihuang to clear up the sand demon scorpion.This monster is hard and cunning, and it is like a fish in water in the desert, which is suitable for lurking. The task is not low.

However, the survival and hunting of monsters in the Western Wilderness depend on the desert environment, and they will not leave easily.

Except for those who want to make a fortune and go hunting for spiritual materials, no one will run there.

Qiu Song continued to preach: "More than 200 years ago, Yunzhang was full of wars. But at that time, Yunzhang's sects of cultivating immortals did not get involved in human affairs...not only forbidding meddling in the rise and fall of dynasties, such as floods, droughts, and contagion. Diseases and other deaths are all ignored, which can be said to be a fairy. People want to survive in troubled times, so they go to Xihuang to catch sand spirit scorpions. Unexpectedly, sand spirit scorpions have already been contaminated by the turbid air generated by the war. It turned into a monster, and all the people were devoured and killed. The monster eats flesh and blood and is powerful, stirring up the yellow sand and spreading, expanding to the surrounding area, devouring the village..."

Hearing this, Xia Qi was a little surprised by the sloppy doctor's extensive knowledge, but after being reminded by the other party, he realized that since the sand demon scorpions in Xihuang would not leave the desert, why did someone entrust Xiaoshan to go and wipe them out? , not even eviction.

It turns out that the sand demon scorpion will not leave its own territory, but will continue to expand its own territory, causing even more harm.

Qiu Song said again: "At that time, the Western Wilderness was not as desolate as it is now. There were people living there for generations. When the evil plague struck, the nearby people were all killed and devoured before they could move... Several small towns, All that was left overnight was bloody corpses, and the demonic energy lingered, even the vultures dared not approach. Hey, Xihuang has never had a sect of cultivating immortals guarding it. Sandstorms and monsters raged rampantly for a while, and the people were precarious...

"However, not long after, the Wan Yao King came from thousands of miles away with all the demon spirits, and fought against the monsters for ten days. The giant shadow of the yellow sand hovered in the sky, the dragon chant pierced the clouds, and the ten thousand demons retreated, and the monsters beat the yellow sand. All the swallowed villages were spit out—the monster retreated several hundred miles to the west, and the Wan Yao King drew a line full of fierce demon power on the border, and the monster dared not cross an inch since then. Tsk, at that time, the people of Xihuang knelt down and worshiped , Wanting to enshrine the sea dragon who jumped into the abyss as a god, but the Wan Yao King silently led his subjects back to Lingying Mountain just like when he came.

"Hey, after the Wan Yao King fell, the boundaries disappeared, and the monsters sneaked over. I guess they were afraid of being beaten, and they didn't dare to be as arrogant as they were back then."

After Xia Qi listened, the majestic picture of the Wan Yao King leading a group of demons to fight monsters appeared in his mind for a long time, his eyes lit up with fascination for the strong, but there was a fresh and gentle throbbing in his heart.

Seeing that Xia Qi listened with enthusiasm, Qiu Song spoke even more enthusiastically.

"After the first battle in Xihuang, more demon spirits in Yunzhang willingly surrendered, and they went to Lingying Mountain in the name of Wan Yaowang. Wan Yaowang knew that demon spirits were unruly by nature and didn't like to be restrained. It is a treasure of spiritual materials, and it is inevitable that there will be conflicts with human monks. The Wan Yao King ordered Lingying Mountain to hide from the world, not to stand in line with any sect, and not to participate in any sect disputes, so that Lingying Mountain lasted until a hundred years ago.

"A hundred years ago, the three most prosperous sects in Yunzhang all had new heads, Cangli Yiheng, Changyao Zhuxi, and Shifangge Yueluo. At that time, the suffering of the people in the world was even worse. The rules of conduct in the world, if there is a flood, we will control the water together, if there is a drought, we will use spells to divert the water, and when the disease breaks out, we will refine the medicine to save it-except for things related to the change of dynasties. After coming and going, I became somewhat familiar with Lingying Mountain who also helped the world.

"Shu Lang understood that blindly escaping from the world and staying in a corner is not the way to survive forever, and the leaders of all parties are different from the indifference and pride of previous dynasties, so he began to try to communicate. Later, the relationship between monks and demon spirits became closer, and the Wan Yao King opened Shen Xinghaihai City, where Lingying Mountain traded with Brother Yunzhang, created a moment of prosperity."

After Xia Qi listened, many clues were threaded in his mind, slowly and smoothly connected.

Shu Lang met the three masters a hundred years ago, so he certainly wouldn't always meet in person. No wonder Zhuxi reacted so much when he saw the Qing Banquet in Haixia Jindu...

He can be sure of the appearance of the Wan Yao King in human form.

And Yiheng...

Perhaps the key to everything lies in what happened after Yiheng went to Lingying Mountain.

Thoughts return to what Qiu Song said.

The acquaintance between the three heads and the Wan Yao King has indeed created a new atmosphere in Yunzhang in all kinds of difficulties. Since then, thousands of creatures can help each other in troubled times.

However, Xu Shen, taking advantage of the rush of the three sect masters, was exhausted and took advantage of the newly established trust between the sects to brutally slaughter all over Lingying Mountain...

A hundred years of evil has begun, and before the world has time to take a breath, it has fallen into even more chaos and darkness than before.

The swords, swords, shadows and flames of war brought about by the prosperity and destruction a hundred years ago seemed to have been hunted and burned in the eyes of the two of them, and fell into a pile of ashes, and returned to the silence of the barren courtyard in Nanfeng.

In Xia Qi's heart, there was still deep worry and distress.

Qiu Song sighed slowly: "Before the Wan Yao King fell, he turned all the demon power into a barrier to prevent the dead demon spirits from Lingying Mountain from wreaking havoc in the world... Although the Wan Yao King has all the living beings in his heart, I don't know if he will regret it." Believe in the friendliness offered by the world."

Xia Qi remained silent for a long time, and he couldn't answer this question either.

The Wan Yao King has clear grievances and grievances, and he must know that the ancestors of the three sects have no bad intentions, but the consequences that led to the destruction of the whole family began with trying to build trust with Yun Zhang.

Qiu Song sighed: "You see, the evil is getting more and more serious now... Fortunately, the masters of Cang Li and Chang Yao are not inferior to the ancestors of a hundred years ago... It's just this Shifang Pavilion, hey."

It's a pity that in the hands of the old pavilion master, it was also a sect that flourished for a while, but unexpectedly it was quickly destroyed in the hands of Xu Shen.

Xia Qi was silent for a moment when he heard the words, raised his hand to put on his waist, and said in a serious and slow voice: "My master, Bian Qiuguang, is the apprentice of Old Pavilion Master Yue, and in my generation, he also inherited Xiaoyaoyou. Xiaoshan is still here, and Yue The legacy of the old pavilion master has not been broken."

Qiu Song slowly opened his eyes wide, looking at the sharp sword that was feared by demons a hundred years ago, and then his eyes fell on the face of the young sect master whose body was like a sharp sword.

He finally showed a relieved smile that didn't match the slovenly appearance, but it was fleeting.

Qiu Song thought of something, his expression became gossip in an instant, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Hey, is the benefactor and the head of Qing a Taoist companion? So the benefactor is the mysterious Taoist companion..."

Xia Qi glanced at him: "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Qiu Song's topic changed too quickly, Xia Qi was still supporting Lian Guang, the awe in his eyes hadn't dissipated yet, this glance made Qiu Song tremble.

Qiu Song hurriedly said: "It's very similar! At first glance, it is a match made in heaven! I just remembered the rumor that the head of Qing found the Valley of Miraculous Doctors for his Taoist couple..."

Xia Qi was also a little unhappy when he heard this, squinting his eyes and slowly pushed away a sharp blade with his thumb: "If I see the group of people who are paid to do the job but can't do the work What's your expression?"

Qiu Song hurriedly wiped his face: "...the benefactor is not the same as the rumors."

Xia Qi glanced at him angrily, and reminded: "The rumors are not all thanks to the rumors in your script."

Seeing that Qiu Song was about to be scolded again, he hurriedly changed the subject again: "Oh, yes, I just saw that my benefactor is very fascinated by Wan Yao Wang Shulang..."

He leaned closer to Xia Qi with treacherous eyebrows, and asked in a low voice ambiguously, "...Compared with Master Qing, who is more in line with your benefactor's wishes?"

Xia Qi was taken aback when he heard the words, and smiled meaningfully, and then the smile deepened in thoughtfulness, as if he thought this question was extremely interesting.

Even Qiu Song didn't know where to please the other party.

But unexpectedly, Xia Qi didn't answer.

He raised his hand, and pointed the little Hailong to the bright sunlight, the clear texture made him more and more fond of it.But the conversation turned around, and he asked Qiu Song calmly: "I also have a question, Doctor Qiu. Since you know that there is no solution to the poison of Yinyuan, you seem to have spent a lot of time studying it and have a deep understanding of it, otherwise How can you make a relief pill overnight?"

Qiu Song's smile froze, and he stammered: "Learning... there is no end to learning."

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and Qiu Song was restless.

Xia Qi turned his head and smiled at him, comforting him: "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask Dr. Qiu to pay attention to it. If you know someone who can detoxify this poison, the payment can be negotiated."

Qiu Song touched his head awkwardly and agreed.

Xia Qi said again: "By the way, there is one more thing..."

Qiu Song immediately tensed up all over.

However, Xia Qi cleared his throat: "... What are the effects of those strange medicines you mentioned before, let me introduce them to you?"

Seeing that someone appreciates his proud work, Qiu Song immediately leaned forward and said excitedly in a low voice: "Hey, benefactor, look at this bottle first, and after drinking it, you can grow a fluffy tail and ears. The touch is real, enough to taste the fun..."

At the corner of the corridor in the distance, there is a dark blue figure hiding in the corner.

Qing Yan's brows were sharp and cold, and his eyes as cold as frost were falling on the white jade sea dragon that Xia Qi refused to let go of under the tree in the courtyard.

When he came here a moment ago, he heard that he was juxtaposed with another name, letting Xia Qi make a choice.

But his Taoist companion avoided this problem.