My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

No matter how conscious Xia Qi was, he first heard the even breathing mixed with the vague sound of the waves, scattered in his hair with lazy warmth.

I didn't know when I fell into a coma last night, and I forgot to scatter my consciousness around as usual. When I woke up at this time, the sea of ​​consciousness was completely white.

He slowly opened his eyes in the comfort of a full sleep, the first thing he saw was the faintly bright sea horizon outside the door lattice.

...So it's already morning?

He seemed to be exhausted and fell into a deep sleep for a long time, but the deep breath in his memory seemed to be still close to his ear just a moment ago...

There is no wind in the dormitory, only the fresh and slightly warm air in the morning.

After a few breaths, the head finally resumed its operation slowly.

He realized that he was being surrounded by soft and thin quilts and beds, and he was still trapped in a warm and possessive embrace, his waist was being loosely held by his arms.

His body was a bit weird, but his naked back was in close contact with the chest behind him, and the warmth of his skin brought a bit of lazy comfort.

In his chaotic thoughts, he was in a daze again, inevitably recalling the scene of last night.

In the rumbling heartbeat of the dark night, it seemed that both of them were a little out of control... He couldn't help himself, and at first he responded eagerly, but after a while he became unstable, and he was so at a loss that only "why is my Taoist companion like this" and "I'm afraid it won't work..."

Sometimes he was ashamed and stiff, sometimes weak and trembling, and in the end he couldn't allow him to think too much, his mind was completely empty... and he could only leave it to Qing Yan.

He was firmly supported by those hands that were accustomed to using swords. The warm embrace was a prison from which there was nowhere to escape, and it was also the way home that he was willing to indulge in.

And... as Qing Yan said before, demon spirits like to retain a part of their original body after taking human form. It is covered with sporadic black scales, faintly shining in the dim light, attractive and beautiful, but... some places are also covered with a few pieces, and the cold scales are gradually warmed by his temperature...

Thinking of this, Xia Qi raised the back of his hand to cover his eyes in shame, and the tips of his ears turned red instantly...

At that time, my mind was blank, and I even forgot what I said out loud, but now that I think about it, I realize how embarrassing it is...

Qiu Song's nonsense stories are all fake, Qing Yan has no calmness and restraint in this matter at all, every possession is filled with greedy demands and strong love that makes people tremble.

As soon as Xia Qi moved, the breath behind him approached.The arms around her waist tightened, and the first kiss of the morning fell on the pinna.

... All the accusations in my mind were forgotten.

He blushed, leaned back into his arms, turned his head sideways, and the kiss fell on his lips.

Facing the gentle azure, he couldn't help but think of the azure eyes filled with desire and desire gradually filled with satisfaction in the night last night, and a deeper sense of possessiveness appeared on his cheeks... His cheeks were hot for no reason.

He staggered his gaze, looked at Tianguang inadvertently, and said in a soft and hoarse voice, "What time is it outside?"

Qing Yan looked down at him, keeping his gaze close to every step, as if he didn't want to wake up the ambiguous dawn, and said in a low voice: "It's consistent with the sky we see today. We'll leave when it dawns."

Xia Qi paused, responded softly, and turned his head to look at the sea beyond the door lattice.

Perhaps it was because this bedroom was full of familiar comfort, and last night was so beautiful that it was like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. It was rare for him to spend a long time with Qing Yan, and now that he was about to leave, his heart was full of reluctance.

He thought about it endlessly, the tips of his ears that were still blushing were covered, and his deep voice fell into the pinnae, causing a slight but continuous itching.

"There is still an hour before dawn, shall we continue?"

Xia Qi froze suddenly, his whole body was still uncontrollably limp and weak, he couldn't help lowering his eyes, even his neck was flushed red.

After a few breaths, there was a "hmm" sound like a mosquito moaning.

If last night was meng lang who couldn't control his love, then this morning's tenderness is the gentle comfort of Yu Wen.

The morning light was still thin, but it was enough to clearly reflect the emotion in the other party's blue eyes.Presumably, every subtle expression of myself also fell into the eyes of the other party, which aroused layers of ripples in the deep blue sea.

An hour later.

Xia Qi breathed in the scorching heat calmly, Qing Yan had already carefully cleaned up the damp on his body, and even covered him with a thin quilt.

From last night to this morning... it was something Xia Qi had been thinking about for a long time.The closeness of body and mind is more beautiful than he expected.

But... Is my Taoist companion a little too demanding, and other Taoist companions are also like this... I couldn't help but blushed and turned over in confusion.

He happened to see half of a little furry head protruding slowly from the edge of the bed. Heidou looked at them carefully with his eyes, as if the movement on the bed had calmed down, so he wanted to see if they could sleep together.

He was a little amused, and pulled the Xueling Weasel up, stuffing it into his arms.

Sui Sui sniffed at him, feeling a little dazed and cautious, not daring to rub against him, as if lying on Qing Yan's body on weekdays.

He was a little puzzled: "Sui Sui doesn't seem to recognize me..."

Qing Yan stretched out his hand from behind and touched Xue Ling Weasel, and then his voice fell into his ears: "Xue Ling Weasel knows people by breath, you still have my breath in you, it's hard to tell the difference every year."

He was taken aback when he heard the words, his face was a little hot, and he asked softly, "Didn't it be cleaned up?"

It could have been cleaned up with spells, but Qing Yan seemed to prefer to clean it up for him bit by bit, as if checking the traces left behind again.

Extremely careful, do not lose the technique.

Qing Yan paused, and replied: "The depth is not yet."

Suddenly, Xia Qi's blood surged up, and he was blocked speechless. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was afraid of hearing more embarrassing answers, so he could only close his mouth with a flushed face.

With a blank head, he silently hugged Sui Sui tightly, and the furry brushed against his chest, making the place that had become extremely sensitive just now slightly itchy, so he could only wrap the quilt tightly, and hugged Xueling Weasel through the quilt.

He secretly felt aggrieved and angrily thought, the self-restraint and self-restraint of Sect Master Qing, the coldness and indifference of the Wan Yao King... nothing remained in his heart, and some impressions of the opposite direction were added!

But he didn't dare to speak... The hand that was smoothing his hair was lazily and slowly, as if there was a sign of fire at any moment.

When Sui Sui fell asleep on his side, his mind was slow to resume normal thoughts.

As the two of them were about to leave Lingying Mountain, it was inevitable that they would think about the unfinished business of Nanfeng's trip——

Su Qunyun, who seemed hard to kill... and his aunt, must have concealed a lot of things.

Xia Qi turned over and lay flat, looked at the person who was propping his head sideways and playing with his black hair, and asked seriously: "Bai Lan, do you know what happened before my aunt lived in seclusion?"

Qing Yan's fingers entwined with blue silk leisurely did not stop. After thinking for a while, his voice was indifferent to chatting about business, but there was still a trace of hoarseness that could not dissipate in the future.

"Cangli Changyao has always been on good terms with each other, as did Master and Zhuxi, but Su Ling and I are not that familiar. Su Ling has a cheerful personality, and has always been dedicated to the affairs of the sect, and rarely reveals his private affairs in front of others. I only heard that in the Before she became the head of the sect, she formed a pact with a casual cultivator whom she met on the way of training. A hundred years ago, Zhuxi stayed in Shen Xinghai, and Su Ling became the master. 50 years ago, the casual cultivator died to save her In the same year, the child was born, but he suffered from a serious illness. Su Ling took care of both the sect and his family, and when he was running around to eliminate demons, he was also seeking medical treatment for the sick child."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, then slowly frowned, he never thought that his aunt had gone through so many ups and downs.

He also guessed from Qing Yan's objective and implicit words that Su Ling doted on his only child probably because of the sacrifice of his Taoist companion.

"What's wrong with Su Qunyun?"

Qing Yan said: "Both parents are monks, and the child has spiritual roots from birth, but Su Qunyun's situation is very rare, without natural spiritual roots, he will not be able to enter the threshold of cultivation the day after tomorrow, his body is much weaker than ordinary people, and he has been sick all year round. He was in bed. Ordinary diseases fell on him, and they turned into serious diseases. If he didn't pay attention, he would die. Su Ling once brought him to Cangcheng, and the master's diagnosis was no different from other doctors, so they went to Nanfeng to find the miracle doctor Gu .”

Xia Qi thought silently, Su Qunyun was weak and sick, but he was amazingly talented in swordsmanship, what a pity...

There is no way for my aunt to ask for help... After all, no matter how powerful a monk is, those who change their fate against the sky are one in a million, let alone helping others.

"Looks like Su Qunyun ran away in despair when he saw his last hope was gone when he was in the Valley of Miraculous Doctors... But I think he has a twisted personality and lost contact with his aunt after he left. Goodbye now... No, the two must have met each other a long time ago. But the relationship seems to be very poor, far from the scene of weeping with joy I imagined."

Qingyan paused for a moment, his eyes were calm, but he talked about other things: "A hundred years ago, Su Ling witnessed Zhuxi suppressing herself in Shen Xinghai. Entrusted by the stream."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, and understood the meaning of Qing Yan's words.Zhuxi Patriarch made such a sacrifice, Su Ling naturally didn't want Master's sacrifice to be in vain.

"The evil is becoming more and more serious. The heads of every sect should be busy running around... Children are most sensitive when they are sick. It must be due to the lack of parental companionship and resentment? Well, how did Su Qunyun live for so many years? , and it has become even more powerful..."

Qing Yan replied: "After Xu Shen took over the Shifang Pavilion, Nanfeng fell into chaos. The place where evil cultivators gather naturally breeds many evil spells and forbidden spells. A few years ago, Cang Li encountered a sacrificed creature. A forbidden technique to extend life. Presumably Su Qunyun has found a similar method."

He was silent for a few breaths before continuing, "The demon spirits are arbitrary in nature, they only seek the purpose, and don't ask right or wrong. There is a type of magic that uses enough demon pills, supplemented by special magic tools, and can blend with the soul of mortals." , to refine the spiritual root, but it is rare to succeed. In Lingying Mountain, this kind of technique is listed as a forbidden technique."

Xia Qi frowned slightly when he heard the words, and his thoughts turned sharply: "Five years ago, Su Qunyun secretly communicated with the people behind the scenes... He must have obtained the forbidden technique of refining spiritual roots at that time, and taught Xu Shen those techniques." The dharma talisman array... Tsk, but Su Qunyun laid down all the curse rituals in the caves in the southwestern suburbs. I think he is very proficient. Presumably, in the past five years, he has not only been a messenger, but also a stealer. This Su Qunyun is more of a thief than Xu Shen."

Now that I have sorted out my thoughts, I have gained a lot.

But back then in the cave, he only met Su Qunyun once, and without more information, he couldn't deduce anything else.

Xia Qi searched the situation of that day in his mind, wondering if there is anything he forgot.

Qing Yan suddenly lowered his gaze, staring at him with blue eyes, and asked: "Su Qunyun, is that the luthier you rescued earlier?"

Xia Qi's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect Qingyan to know about this... So, Qingyan also heard about it when he was recommended by the luthier as a pillow opposite the restaurant?

Thinking of Su Qunyun's dissolute appearance at the beginning, he gave a dry laugh, and was about to speak when Qing Yan's eyes and voice darkened a bit, "A Qi generously gave him a spirit stone, and now I still praise him in my arms."

"Why are you praising him, I'm scolding him..." Xia Qi cried out in his heart, but he knew that this matter was not the same as the jealousy of Qing Yan and Qing Yan, and it was related to Qing Yu. The Taoist companion complained, "I fed the dog with good intentions, you don't even know how annoying he is, and even said that I was teasing you!"

He waited for Qing Yan to agree with him, or to blame Su Qunyun, but he didn't hear a voice for a long time.

The other party just looked at him in silence, with a meaningful half-smile in his blue eyes.

There was no rebuttal at all.

Xia Qi couldn't believe it, and was so shocked that he raised his voice a little: "No, Bo Lan means by default?"

His Taoist companion didn't answer, just leaned over slightly, wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him into his arms again.

When his back touched the chest of the person behind him, he vaguely realized something, he raised his hand at a loss to stop it, and in the next breath, his knee was lifted slightly, his cheeks were hot, and he forgot to react for a while.

Just as he was about to speak, his breathing suddenly became short, and he immediately grabbed the bed under him.Anxious and ashamed, his breath gradually became unstable: "...Wait, Bo Lan, Sui Sui is still here...and when did I behave like what Su Qunyun said..."

The sleeping Sui Sui was lying on his side under the thin quilt, restraining the slow and irresistible undercurrent.

It would be too shameful to wake up Suisui and be stared at innocently and confusedly.Xia Qi didn't dare to make a sound.

Breathing heavily against his ear, he replied to what he said earlier: "Ah Qi looks at my every eye."

Xia Qi almost couldn't hold back, Qing Yin almost overflowed the corners of his lips, he hurriedly covered his lips with the back of his hand, but his whole body was slowly turning red, and he could only slightly close his eyes.

The rest of his mind urged him to refute unwillingly, but Qing Yan took his hand away presciently, lowered his head and kissed his lips, and all the murmurs disappeared between his lips and teeth.

The gradually deepening encroachment seemed to remind him that the other party didn't want to hear a single word about others from him.

At this time, it should only belong to two people.

Volume Four: Qingping Wish