My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xiaoshan is at least half a month away from Changyao, even if it takes a while to ride on the teleportation circle.

Xia Qi saw Zhou Lin standing in front of him holding a sword, constantly filling the inscription with spiritual energy, correcting the path, and splitting the chaotic energy and invading monsters... He was very pleased.

Zhou Lin has grown a lot in Xiaoshan's ups and downs. When they return to Xiaoshan again, they can slightly relax the other party's restricted area, at least let people go down the mountain for a stroll.

At this moment, as an "ordinary person", he was at leisure, after all, he didn't even have the ability to protect others, so he slowly stroked the blue demon pill in his arms, carefully recalling the things in the space magic circle of the Shifang Pavilion...

The situation was too urgent, the crisis was imminent, and he had no choice.Death came too fast, he had no chance... and he didn't dare to say goodbye to Qing Yan, and he didn't have extra time to think about what it would mean after the separation of life and death.

The moment the magic flame devoured him, something vaguely touched his fingers. Could it be that Qing Yan gave him the demon pill and the night pearl at that time?

The moment he was about to leave, Qing Yan did not hesitate to put in the painstaking efforts of the long years of cultivation... Just like in the previous life, he resolutely protected him from falling into the abyss——

He will always be the first one that Qing Yan grasps first among thousands of choices.

He thought about the consequences of Qing Yan's loss of Yaodan, and his anxiety grew stronger, but the tip of his heart couldn't help trembling because of this partiality, it was extremely sore and soft, and it was hard to miss it.

But he is doing well now, just like returning from danger countless times before, Qingyan will be very happy.

Being supported by Zhou Lin to step out of the teleportation circle, Xia Qi first smelled the oncoming wind and rain with the salty smell of the sea tide.

He looked up in surprise, but he didn't see the elegant scenery of Changyao, only the sea and sky, the torrential rain, the dark clouds and the dark and noisy.

And he was in the enchantment that sheltered from the wind and rain, and the disciples around were rushing to and fro, the sky above his head was filled with dark clouds, and the black waves not far away were raging violently.

Someone brought the Changyao teleportation circle here, making the coast the destination for this trip.

Several people had already heard the news of his return, and they all waited anxiously in front of the teleportation formation. They were Fu Wan, several demon hunters, and Ming Wei.

For Xia Qi, even if he walked around the line of life and death, he didn't see other people for a moment. He himself didn't have any psychological gap between life and death, but the people who greeted him all looked excited.

Fu Wan hurriedly looked him over carefully, his eyes were full of ecstasy, but he could see from the bloodshot eyes that the depression had not faded away, and together with Ming Wei, he immediately checked his whole body.

And several demon hunters were also pleasantly surprised, and they couldn't stop calling him with tears in their eyes. Two of the girls even cried softly, busy adding clothes to him, stuffing the stove, and bringing warm food for him.

Xia Qi couldn't help feeling a little guilty, so he hurriedly comforted everyone with a gentle voice: "I'm fine, I'm just a little out of strength, and I'm sure I can run and jump after a while..." Halfway through the speech, he was dismissed by Fu Wan. Feeling for the pulse again, the pain made his mortal body yell out, "Hey brother, what are you doing so hard!"

Fu Wan just remembered that their sect master's flesh and skin are delicate now, so he quickly let go of his hand, his expression was a little excited, and he was surprised and uncertain about his resurrection: "It's just that the movement of spiritual energy is blocked, and it is slowly recovering... everything else is normal. Xia Xiaoqi , What the hell is going on? Why did you come from Xiaoshan... Is this the last move you have planned for a long time?"

Xia Qi got a little headache from the noise of the rain and Fu Wan's voice. The forbidden technique was indeed a last resort, but the soul-gathering technique was only a part of the forbidden technique. He hardly thought about the possibility of rebirth... Wan The Yaowang Yaodan and Ye Mingzhu, the patchwork of forbidden techniques and soul-gathering lamps, Xiaoyaoyou and Shifangxi, these coincidences, if one thing is missing, it will have another ending.

However, this matter is complicated, and it is not appropriate to talk about it for a long time at this time. He patted Fu Wan's arm to comfort him: "I will talk about it in detail later, let me talk about the current situation first."

Ming Wei heaved a sigh of relief at Xia Qi's return, adding a bit of real joy to his usually modest and polite smile, but when talking about the situation, he slowly suppressed his smile, a bit dignified.

"The devilish energy and black flames in the Shifang Pavilion have been completely purified by the Nine Heavens Swallowing Cloud Formation. The three sects and the Master of the Autumn Valley took a group of disciples and walked the teleportation formation back to Changyao, and then came to the coast of Jindu. The rest of Miracle Physician Gu's disciples stayed in Nanfeng to settle down the common people. Now Master..."

Ming Wei was silent for a while, the news that the person behind the scenes was his master caused a lot of waves in his heart, and he couldn't accept it immediately, his expression darkened, and he soon returned to normal, "...the mountain spirit demon core was destroyed, hidden in the The demonic energy of Lingying Mountain is also dissipating, but the remaining power is still there. He has already set off huge waves in Shen Xinghai, causing the black flame to spread. Last night, the magic circle buried under Shen Xinghai by Patriarch Changyao was activated, locking the mountain spirit in Lingying Mountain, The disciples of the three sects are gathering the black flames in one place, separating them from the coast."

Xia Qi frowned slightly, fortunately, when Shen Xinghai's enchantment was half collapsed, he transferred all the people from Changyao Coast to Jindu.

And Zhuxi is willing to stay in Shen Xinghai, and there are layers of magic circles hidden around him. It turns out that it is not only protecting the demon spirits in the underwater Jindu, but also waiting for the moment when Shen Xinghai changes again.

I just don't know if this enchantment can last until the mountain spirit and demon energy dissipate.

But... After listening for a long time, Mingwei didn't mention what he was most concerned about, and the worry in his heart deepened, and he asked anxiously: "Mr. Mingwei, where is the Qingyan now?"

Hearing this, Ming Wei looked at him deeply, with a more solemn expression, which made Xia Qi's heart sink.

Ming Wei didn't know where to start, and sighed sadly: "I've never seen Master like that..."

In the ruins of the magic circle that was about to collapse, Fu Wan saw with his own eyes that Qingyan was like a demon, searching for the traces of the dead over and over again. The core of the explosion, the scene where the soul is burning and still insists on finding someone.

Xia Qi suffocated for breath, his pale face lost all blood in an instant, blurted out in surprise: "Why didn't senior brother persuade him?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Wan raised her eyebrows: "Who should I persuade? Then I might as well just jump into the magic flame to accompany you faster."

Xia Qi: "..."

It turned out that the moment when his body and soul were torn apart by the magic flame, Qing Yan did touch him. Although he was about to leave, the other party did not hesitate to pass his own Yaodan and Ye Mingzhu over...

He was at a loss, his hands and feet were cold, he felt that his already weak legs were a little unsteady, and he saw that Mingwei was holding a sword in both hands, it was Zai Chuan.

Mingwei's sigh was very light, but his voice was gentle and dignified: "Xiao Qi, the news of your return has not been told to the uncle. Although the black flame in the uncle's body has been purified, his soul has been damaged. Breathing is hindered, mood is unstable. And because of your departure... all thoughts are burnt, and there are signs of madness. The master is afraid that he will not be able to control himself, so he entered the mustard seed to adjust his breath yesterday. The situation on the coast is not urgent now. We can Respond, you go in."

Seeing that Qing Yan didn't even pay attention to his saber, Xia Qi finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and anxiety rushed to his head, making him dizzy and tinnitus.

He hurriedly picked up Zai Chuan, dazedly touching the familiar cold texture, but it couldn't cool down his anxiety.

Ming Wei stopped talking, and immediately helped Xia Qi open the entrance of Mustard Seed.

Xia Qi held Zai Chuan tightly and hurried in.

The noisy sound of rain and the humid atmosphere of the sea disappeared suddenly, and the world changed instantly.In the next breath, what poured into his arms was the warm fragrance of flowers and the soft and comfortable breeze.

The scene in Mustard Seed is no longer the Xiaoshan Attic.

He looked around, a little surprised, he was very familiar with this place——

Five years ago in Cangcheng, this was the most illusory scene in Qingyan Jiezi, where he and Qingyan spent countless spring afternoons where the grass was growing and the warblers were flying.

The grass is green, the springs are clear, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant.Day and night alternate, the blue sky is clear and the starry sky is deep.

The freshly grown light green grass is ankle-high, soft as a blanket when you step on it, and dotted with colorful flowers.

He and Qing Yan got acquainted here, and secretly fell in love with each other.

In their hearts, this place means the most leisurely and happy memories.

Realizing that the owner of Mustard Seed was missing someone, Xia Qi's worry turned into deep bewilderment and sadness.

He took a few steps hastily, and saw a trace was quickly pulled away on the grass, and a snow-white furry quickly ran over, climbed up to him, and kept screaming softly.

He hugged Sui Sui, and noticed that Xueling Weasel had lost some weight, and his voice was a little hoarse, relying on grievances, his small black eyes were moist, and even the hair on his cheeks was soaked.

He was so distressed that he lowered his head and rubbed against the little beast affectionately.

He walked forward for a while with Sui Sui in his arms, and saw a familiar dark blue figure sitting quietly by the clear spring under the luxuriantly blooming flower trees.

The shoulders were covered with purple petals, and it looked like it hadn't moved for a long time.

He suddenly realized that Sui Sui was so sad about his death, let alone talking about Qingyan... How uncomfortable should Qingyan be?

He gently put down Sui Sui, his heart was instantly filled with soreness and bitterness, he only saw the back figure in his eyes, and walked over in a hurry.

On Qing Yan's lap lay Lian Guang and a shadow ring with a scarlet face.

It was supposed to return the sect tokens to Xiaoshan, but these two items left Xia Qi's only breath.

I don't know the passage of time, I don't know where he is, his fingers never leave Lianguang, he is greedy for the thinner and thinner breath, and his thoughts have nothing else.

The demon pill transferred to Xia Qi from the Lie Lie Demon Flame did not disappear.

If it is not used... then there is no chance to use it.

He never regretted stripping off the Yaodan, but regretted not giving Xia Qi a chance.

Now the soul is burning, the inner breath is in chaos, and the heart of the Tao is cracked... He knows it all.

But already lost all consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt someone calling him anxiously, and hugged him tightly again.The sound seemed to be separated by a layer of haze, lost its authenticity, and reappeared like a phantom.

He was forced to look up, it was a familiar face.

Qing Yan's eyes remained motionless, and there was no joy on his face.

As early as when he entered Jiezi, Xia Qi, who had returned countless times, had been imagined in this illusion because of his uncontrollable obsession with madness.

At first, he thought it was a miracle that the man had returned to keep his promise to see you later.

However, the figure shattered at the touch, and he hugged him a hundred times like a demon barrier. Every time, he could only see the figure shatter in his arms, and reminded him time and time again that the other party had already jumped into the magic flame, and his soul was completely destroyed...

Hundreds of times his hopes were shattered, his heart was weeping blood, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he didn't dare to act recklessly.

At this moment, he just stared at the person in front of him, his eyes were stained with a gloomy and almost crazy red.

The Mustard Seed Illusion is too flattering to the master, and it turns into an image at the moment of thought. He is sober and restrained all his life, but he can't refuse to drink poison to quench his thirst.

However, after a while, the figure in front of him seemed to be different from the one that appeared before. He was not smiling, nor obedient and quiet. Instead, his face was anxious, his eyes were red, and the chatter that fell on his ears was tainted with crying...

The hands holding him were warm and trembling.

He has always been worried about his Taoist companion being emotionally unstable, since Jiezi wanted to appease him, how could he imagine Xia Qi like this?

He slowly frowned, and his eyes slowly focused on the other side.

The man leaned forward, held his face, and kissed him tremblingly and softly on his lips, and forced him to return to his senses, biting lightly, the warm breath was very familiar...

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

His clenched fist slowly loosened, as if afraid of breaking a dream, he restrained and slowly touched the opponent's cheek.

The figure did not disappear, and the temperature touched by the fingertips was real.

In an instant, the revived heart resumed beating, but it was so loud that it made his chest ache.

He suddenly fell back to the world.

Xia Qi was so anxious that he was at a loss, no matter how he called for the banquet, the other party just looked at him closely without saying a word.

The blue and clear eyes of the past were covered with a layer of gray and lost consciousness, as if they were completely isolated from the whole world, but they were paranoid and gloomy.

As if facing something you can't get.

He was so at a loss, he could only hug his Taoist companion with great distress, and kissed him tenderly.

However, she didn't know where she touched, and suddenly the person in front of her was awakened. Qing Yan immediately hugged him tightly, holding him in an attitude of absolute possession and not allowing escape, and then buried her head in the side of his neck.

All the shortness of breath fell on the side of his neck, while the body surrounding him was trembling, and his arms were locked so tightly that it almost hurt.

The sourness in his heart couldn't stop spreading, and the arm holding the other party couldn't help but tighten, he closed his eyes and apologized softly: "Bai Lan, I'm sorry... I'm back."

Qing Yan did not speak.

He gently sucked his sour nose, patted Qing Yan's back gently, rubbed his cheek against the other's temple, and said softly, "Bai Lan, Bo Lan...I miss you so much...how did you give the demon pill to me?" Me, I..."

The words came to an abrupt end, his eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing stopped hastily, as if the sky would collapse if he let out his breath——

The side of his neck was stained with warm dampness.