My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Jin Liancheng.

At the foot of the blessing tower in the center of the city, Mingwei and all Cangcheng's disciples stood in an orderly manner. They were the center responsible for building the magic circle of the sanctuary recently.

As the time passed by Haishi, the looseness that everyone had rested for a while disappeared suddenly, and the disciples looked solemn.

Mingwei also noticed something, and they all raised their heads to look at the top of the blessing tower.

Tonight is cloudless and starry.The breeze was blowing, gently fluttering the robe corner of the dark blue figure on the top of the tower.

Their head turned to look at the eye of the sanctuary, and reached out to lightly touch the snow crystals in the eye.

All of a sudden, everyone in the sanctuary raised their heads in astonishment, watching the inscriptions appear on the huge enchantment walls covering the three mansions, and they linked up with many complicated and majestic magic circles, and the clear blue halo contained in the layered lines flourished .

The shroud of thousands of inscriptions created a star sea feast out of thin air in the dark night, which is magnificent.

And the dark blue figure in the center of the star sea stands tall and tall, as if he is about to ride the wind and leave, and become a fairy.

The laymen happily watched the excitement, but the Cangcheng disciple at the foot of the Prayer Pagoda tensed up, full of nervousness and seriousness after being inspected by the head of the recent results.

Mingwei's eyes reflected the quiet dark blue figure, curling his fingers slightly.

Just now, the Master Master Ling Xuejing's aura instantly filled every inscription and every hook of the magic circle—the inscriptions of the giant magic circle overlapped, and there were occasional slight stagnation that didn't affect the operation for the time being, but would change after a long period of operation. For loopholes, the pure and thick aura rushes along the lines of the magic circle, breaking away all stagnation, and the aura can flow to every corner.

Ming Wei then discovered that a touch of Zai Chuan's sword energy had actually penetrated into the mighty snow crystal aura that spread out.

His spiritual sense hurriedly followed the sword energy, and moved forward smoothly along the direction of the aura of the ten-fold magic circle in the sanctuary.

The sword qi caresses every stroke of the thousands of inscriptions along the way, and will reflect the situation where it passes back to the sea of ​​consciousness of the owner of the sword qi.

This is the final test before the completion of the giant magic circle. He needs to use his spiritual sense to detect it for an hour, but the master only needs to use his sword energy for a moment, which is more nuanced.

He was worried, afraid that where the sword energy would stagnate...

Zaichuan Jianqi traveled thousands of miles of mountains and rivers composed of inscriptions in a short time, completed a round of operation, and returned to the starting point on the top of the tower without any hindrance.

The dark blue figure moved away the hand on the eye of the formation, and the inscription on the barrier wall of the sanctuary dimmed and hid.

The sea of ​​stars dissipated, returning the sky tonight to the starry sky.

And the snow crystals in Zhenyan's eyes gathered back the surging aura, and began to return to normal, running slowly.

Mingwei still showed no sign of relaxation on his face, his eyes never left the top of the tower.

The person on the top of the tower turned around and took a step, his figure disappeared suddenly, and the ground he landed on with that step was already in front of everyone at the foot of the tower.

All the disciples respected and saluted in unison.

The sect leader who appeared in front of him in an instant stood quietly, the corners of the black robe moved slightly, and the golden pattern was shining, as if the starlight that had just been stained was reluctant to dissipate.

He nodded towards the crowd: "The formation is completed. It took two days less than expected, everyone has worked hard."

In just a few words, it was announced that the sanctuary circle built in the past few days has been completed, and it is not bad.

All the disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and were overjoyed by the headmaster's praise.

The disciples dispersed, and Ming Wei followed the master and walked slowly along the lake, reporting that the disciples who had returned from the border were about to approach Jin Liancheng.

The master master quietly listened, and nodded slightly: "When all the disciples enter Jinlian City, Xiaoshan will go to meet them."

Ming Wei felt much more at ease when she heard that arrangements had been made.

In recent days, my uncle has been monitoring the formation of the formation, and he has never been away from it.Now that the big formation is completed and the night is already dark, there must be someone waiting for Master.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the person walking slowly in front suddenly speak.

"Since Ming Wei entered Cangcheng, he has been diligent in cultivating, adhering to the Dao heart, caring for the common people, and has never slacked off. Do you still remember the oath you made when you entered Cangcheng?"

Ming Wei was taken aback by the sudden compliment, and also stopped in his tracks because of the question from the sect master.

He hurried to catch up with those who hadn't waited for him, followed suit, with a serious and honest expression: "The disciple has never forgotten it for a moment."

The person walking in front nodded, his voice was calm but majestic: "Mingwei, you will return to Cangcheng tomorrow."

Ming Wei's lifted heart fell down again, he thought it was a punishment, his face suddenly turned pale: "Master, but this disciple has not dealt with it properly..."

The head of the sect stopped when he heard the words, and turned to look at him with a soothing indifference in his eyes.

"Mingwei has always done everything without any mistakes." After a pause, the thoughtful person looked at the sky across the lake, "Since entering Nanfeng, magic vines have been everywhere, but rarely seen monster beasts. I found it on the black market before. At the entrance of the Shifang Pavilion, I noticed that there were many monsters with strong demonic aura behind the giant gate. We have approached the station, but we have never encountered them head-on. It must not be used to intercept us. I am worried that there will be another change in Yunzhang. Now The big formation has been completed, and the people of Nanfeng are protected, so you should return to Cangcheng and wait for the opportunity to return to other places to help."

Ming Wei was taken aback for a moment, he had always obeyed the order of the head of the sect, but the master was patient with his disciples, so he asked his doubts: "Master, the sect still has the master staying, and now the situation in the Shifang Pavilion is not clear, so it's even more difficult. tricky..."

However, the headmaster was silent for a moment, and there was determination in his slow voice: "It is a big taboo to be attacked by the enemy."

Ming Wei's doubts persisted, but he also knew that the master master had always been relentless.

And if those monsters that were different from the past appeared in Yunzhang, it would indeed bring the states into trouble again, not to mention the crisis of the crumbling Shen Xinghai enchantment, so they took orders and left.

Qing Yan looked at Ming Wei's back, in the dim sky, the emotions in his eyes were as dark and unclear as the night.

Qing Yan was not in a hurry to go anywhere, nor did he return to the mustard seed, but just walked along the shore of the lake.

At this time, everything is temporarily suspended, everything is silent, and the suppressed thoughts in my heart inevitably emerge...

He hadn't gotten along well with Xia Qi for three days, and every time he only had a hurry.

He was especially uncomfortable being forced to cool down when the two of them were most intimate.

It was just born with longing, and the picture that appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness that day, even if it was crushed by him and pushed back to the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, he never forgot.

In the next breath, he suddenly heard a very familiar voice, his heart throbbed, and his consciousness had already subconsciously followed the very missed voice.

In the courtyard next door, Xia Qi was sitting at the stone table with his trouser legs and sleeves rolled up, the fan in his hand beside his ear quickly fanned into afterimages, his temple hair was flying wildly, and he was staring at Qiu Song who was writing on the manuscript paper with frown.

Xia Qi was dissatisfied and murmured: "...No, Doctor Qiu, is this book you gave me, is it compensation or revenge? After changing the name of the Taoist couple headed by Qing to me, how come there are so many romantic plots missing in this story?" ? Just add... don't let the two people in the story leave this bed..."

Qingyan: "..."

He stopped and lowered his eyes, listening to Xia Qi chatting with others for a long time across the courtyard.

In the silence of the night, his brows were slightly relaxed.

Even if that matter was exposed in Xia Qi's heart, it was because Xia Qi loved him, it didn't mean it could be erased forever, and he didn't have to face this mistake.

But mentioning it again will inevitably make Xia Qi sad.

He clearly shouldn't avoid Xia Qi like he is now, but recently his memory has returned, his mood is fluctuating, and his mind is unstable. He has hurt the one he loves once, and he will worry about losing control again.

Even if there is only the slightest clue, he cannot ignore it.

However, it was not what he wanted to neglect Xia Qi in this way, and when he regained his composure, he would seek forgiveness from his Taoist companion.

Xia Qi raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Qiu Song who was sweating on his brow. The other party visibly trembled under his gaze, and lowered his head even more aggrieved.

He saw a line of cursive words in Qiu Song's pen——

"Xia Qi cried until pear blossoms rained down, arousing pity, he stomped his feet in anger, and fell into Qing Yan's arms weakly..."

Xia Qi pushed away the edge of the sword a few inches with his thumb.

Qiu Song was forced to stand up by the cold light, and was about to cry, so he hurriedly changed a manuscript paper to rewrite.

He swore that if he could go back to the evening, he would wake up his excited self and prevent him from asking Xia Qi about the effect of the pill.

Who would have known that the other party seemed to have thought of something unhappy, and the fierce light in his eyes seemed to want to beat him up.

Could it be that the tail and cat ears were exactly what Sect Master Qing wanted, and Xia Qi was tortured miserably?

He didn't dare to say too much, and he didn't dare to ask too much, so he could only beg for mercy and give Xia Qi a custom-made storybook, planning to have a thrilling, ups and downs, and epic love story.

Unexpectedly, this Xiaoshan sect master is a rascal, hard to please, demanding a lot of strange things, he doesn't want to watch any thrilling adventures at all, he just wants to watch the plot that makes the bed fall...

This is not easy to write. In the past, the stories can be unconstrained, but now if you want to write the real Taoist couple of the head of Qing, if you write something that is not as hot as the two of them, then you will not offend people?

Qiu Song was angry and wronged in his heart, his hands trembling.

Xia Qi stood in the courtyard with Fu Wan who was passing by, discussing about leaving the barrier tomorrow and meeting the returning disciples.

The magic vines are not difficult to deal with, and you don't need too many people. Fu Wan will stay at the station, and he only needs to bring enough magic paper to expel the demon seeds prepared by Cang Cheng.

After Fu Wan left, he looked back and saw that Qiu Song was scratching his ears and cheeks while writing, and almost laughed out loud, but he almost tensed up first.

He took some time to sit back on the stool, picked up the cold tea, tapped the cup lightly, and the tea was steaming again, and asked casually, "Doctor Qiu is versatile, has anyone in your family read these works?"

Qiu Song wrote dizzily, and was flattered by the praise, and replied casually: "Hey, the family lives in seclusion, and the old man is very rigid, how can he look through the things that young people like..."

The lip on the back of the cup slightly curved, Xia Qi turned his head to look at this young man who had no deep experience in the world and was outspoken: "Now that the evil is spreading and danger is everywhere, why doesn't Dr. Qiu stay at home?"

Qiu Song sighed: "The house is very boring, not to mention that it is the time when the devil is in trouble. Since ancient times, family precepts have warned that we must not avoid suffering in the world..." He paused suddenly, realized something, and hurriedly raised his head to look at Xia Qi. Fangzheng sipped tea leisurely, seemed to ask casually, and listened casually, then he was relieved, and began to make nonsense mixed with truth and falsehood, explaining the reason for leaving home in the first place, "Hey, there is a devil and I have to treat the sick." , and have to come out to collect medicinal materials.”

Xia Qi rested his fingers on his knees, tapped lightly, and said softly: "So that's the case. Presumably Doctor Qiu's family is hanging pots to help the world, and the doctors are benevolent and don't want to see patients suffering."

Qiu Song hesitantly responded, and took a peek at Xia Qi, vaguely feeling that the other party had noticed something, as if there was no clue, and couldn't help but feel that people in the world outside the home were really complicated.

Xia Qi wanted to be sure that the answer was more or less the same, so he didn't make things difficult for Qiu Song anymore.He picked up a few old works borrowed from Qiu Song, bid farewell to Qiu Song, and left in the vast night.

Speaking of which, in these scripts where the protagonist is Qing Yan, there are also some eclectic descriptions of romantic affairs.

Xu Shi put himself in the body of the Taoist companion whose name did not appear in Qingyan, always seeing him blushing.

But the Qingyan in the story...is always missing something, probably at any time, even when it comes to love affairs, Qingyan still maintains his calm and ease.

However, my Taoist companions have always been calm and self-sustaining, and they rarely lose control, and most of the sword cultivators are pure-hearted and have few desires. It is reasonable for Qing Yan to restrain himself in this kind of matter... it is reasonable.

Thinking about it, he felt that he missed his Taoist companion too much.

The Qing banquet has been very busy recently, and even the hasty kiss left only a thin breath on the lips, not very deep and lingering, and even more tickling...

Xia Qi was thinking wildly, turned around the courtyard door, looked up, and saw the person he was thinking of at the moment was standing in the dim night, looking at him quietly.

His eyes lit up, his heart was filled with joy, and he walked up quickly happily.