My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi lost his heart and regained it, but was splashed with broken ice, and his heart that had been silent for many years was able to adapt to the violent beating, and it cooled down involuntarily.

According to the time after rebirth, the last time I saw Qing Yan in a hurry was a few months ago... her lips that had lost their color trembled helplessly.

"...Bai Lan, are you angry with me?"

If so, this punishment is too precise and crucial... It is worthy of his heartlessness as a Taoist companion in his previous life.

Qing Yan didn't say a word, and looked at the people in front of him calmly--the monk who established the foundation, the demon hunter of Xiaoshan, a fierce battle caused many injuries, and the intense emotions made the Lingtai a little unstable... quite distraught.

But I am not an old friend with myself, and I have never seen him.

Is this nonsense out of my mind, or has ulterior motives.

Qing banquets rarely show the coercion of leapfrog monks, but the majesty of being the first monk in Cangcheng cannot be ignored, and the eyebrows are lightly pressed, not angry.Even people who are close to him will subconsciously hold their breath.

His eyes were indifferent and distant, looking at an unimportant person.

"You and I don't know each other, why should I be angry?"

Xia Qi stared at him blankly, the blood in his body gradually turned cold.

That's right, as a Taoist companion, he naturally understands that even if Qing Yan is angry, he can speak frankly, and he won't say anything that he doesn't know, nor will he intentionally punish him in such a way.

Not to mention drawing a sword against him...

Qing Yan really...doesn't remember him.

What went wrong after rebirth?If Qing Yan doesn't remember him... what's the use of reincarnating in this life?

Xia Qi struggled to stabilize his almost distraught mind, and recalled one by one the few times the two had spent together in the past five years, trying to find some slightly better things to awaken the memory of Qingyan.

It was only then that I slowly realized that the two of them get together less and leave more... there is almost no time to get along happily.

Xia Qi wiped his face and fell silent, not wanting to admit that he deserved what he deserved.

Suddenly there was movement in the night not far away, and a group of monks in the same attire approached in a flash. The light blue clothes were like layers of blooming lotus after rain.

It's just that the lotus leaves were mottled and gray, as if they had experienced a fierce battle like a torrential rain.

It was the long-delayed disciple of Changyao.

The leading disciple was still out of breath, when he saw the banquet, he was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly saluted respectfully, with shame on his face.

"Thank you Immortal Venerable for coming to help... On the way here, I met another demon. I was not good at learning, so I was delayed for a long time..."

Qing Yan looked away from Xia Qi silently and nodded slightly.

"It's okay."

All the disciples of Chang Yao dispersed and began to help the people and deal with the remaining demonic energy.

Only the former disciple was left looking at the huge black corpse on the ground, with a solemn expression: "I have never seen any demons I have encountered recently, and this one is also..."

When asked about monsters, Xia Qi restrained his mind temporarily, and subconsciously opened his mouth to explain.

Just as the disciple was about to ask his friend Bowen Guangzhi for advice, his eyes stopped on Xia Qi's black cloak, he couldn't help being taken aback, thanked him embarrassingly, and left.

The urgency of action is not too much to give up compared to seeing monsters.

Xia Qi didn't care either.

Decades ago, in addition to cleaning up demons, the demon hunters in Xiaoshan also had a job of accepting rewards. Everyone in Xiaoshan is a good hunter. As long as the price is right, they can take the head of the target away.

Of course, there are many monks from various sects among the targets... There will always be casualties in the competition between monks, and their skills are inferior to others. There is nothing to say, but the purpose of bringing them is different, especially when you find that your head has long been converted into money.

All the monks and evil cultivators in the world were frightened and angry at this group of notorious crows, and feared to detour.

Even though Xiaoshan was tired of the demons later, he quit the job of reducing the strength of the monks long ago, the hatred and fear of the demon hunters among the monks remained, and those with a rampant attitude who were not afraid of death could even scold the whole mountain behind their backs .

After all, Chang Yao is a well-known and upright person...with excellent self-restraint.

Before he could sort out the confusion in his mind, footsteps came from another direction, Xia Qi was helpless, it seemed that Chang Yao was not the only one following the devilish energy to rush this way.

There was only one person rolling... walking over in a normal way, his figure was too round, and the robes that were so imposing and immortal were wrapped around his body, which became a bondage for no reason.Fortunately, there is a noble and righteous spirit between the brows, just like the rich and kind fairy in the portraits of folk worship.

When the disciples behind him saw the Qing banquet, they immediately saluted solemnly, their silver robes glinting under the moonlight.

"Master Tai."

The person who came was one of the three masters of Cang Li, Qing Yan's younger brother, Qing Tingyun.

Qing Tingyun's round face was beaming with joy: "Why is senior brother here?" Then he glanced at Xia Qi, his smile condensed slightly, and he didn't hide his disdain, "Xia Qi? No wonder senior brother turned around..."

It's no wonder that Qing Tingyun has a bad attitude towards Xia Qi, Xiaoshan's hatred is already too full, and there are many cynicisms on weekdays, but Xia Qi doesn't even give him a look.

What's more, he also abducted the chief disciple of Cang Li, and Liang Zi's knot became deeper and deeper.

Qing Yan was taken aback for a moment, judging from Qing Tingyun's reaction, Xia Qi did know him.

He frowned hesitantly, and was about to speak——

"The moonlight here is exceptionally clear, I'm here to meet the Taoist couple."

Xia Qi stopped Qing Yan's words, his face was calm, and he had a faint intention to test other people's reactions - he didn't give up.

As soon as the words fell, Xia Qi keenly heard the crisp sound of metal cracking, and it was Qing Yan who suddenly squeezed the scabbard tightly.

Listening to the movement... It seems that he has not controlled his strength.

Qing Tingyun didn't refute, but only showed a toothache look, he didn't want to continue this topic, went straight to Qingyan bypassing Xia Qi, his face regained a bit of dignity.

"I came from a small town in Lingzhou, and the fleeing demonic beasts went straight to where there were people, and the whole town... Well, fortunately, Chang Yao called someone to transfer the surviving people, but something is wrong recently, the demonic beasts There are too many, there are not enough manpower, and the rescue is not timely, and there are always omissions.”

Just like the village at this time, if the Qing Yan did not follow the demonic energy in time, the disciples of Chang Yao would not be able to come back in time.

A moment passed and there was no response, Qing Tingyun raised his eyes suspiciously, and couldn't help being taken aback.

My senior brother has always been emotionally calm, not indifferent by nature. After a hundred years in the chaotic world, there are few things that can disturb the mind.

At this moment, his complexion was a little cold and solemn.

Qing Tingyun hesitated in his heart, this evil trouble has not lasted for a day or two, with such a solemn look... did he see other hidden things?

There was silence all around, and Qing Yan finally nodded under the nervous gaze of the crowd to show that he knew.

Xia Qi looked down at his toes, knowing that Qing Yan hadn't realized what he just said, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

In the end, Qing Yan did not ask Qing Tingyun about himself, which was somewhat unexpected.Maybe he has the same thought as himself - if the amnesia is not a coincidence but deliberate, it's not just as simple as making him forget Xia Qi.

He also breathed a sigh of relief, from the temptation just now, he could see that it wasn't that the traces of his relationship with Qing Yan had disappeared, other people's memories of his relationship with Qing Yan were still there, only Qing Yan didn't remember himself.

What went wrong?

The acquaintance between him and Qing Yan was originally accidental, and the two fell in love with each other for a long time without identity... Now he is a demon hunter, and Qing Yan is the head disciple of Cang Li, and there is a natural barrier between them.

Thinking of this, he was so worried that his mouth felt bitter, and after standing for a long time, he felt a severe dizziness when he moved a little, his figure suddenly swayed, and he fell to the side.

He was standing very close to Qing Yan, and quickly supported Qing Yan to stabilize his figure.

Just after the Qing banquet, Xia Qi's keenness on the edge of life and death suddenly rang the alarm, he hurriedly clenched Qing Yan's hand to draw the sword, and the clean moon-white cuff was wet with blood.

Looking up to meet Qing Yan's cold and sharp eyes, Xia Qi's heart seemed to have received a dull blow, a dull pain, and the pain was unspeakable.

Qing Yan's brows were slightly lowered, but the slippery hands covering her were warm... She didn't use her spiritual power to break free for a while.

The two secretly competed and became deadlocked.

The night was too dark, this movement was quick and hidden under the robe, others didn't notice the undercurrent, they only saw Xia Qiban leaning into Qing Yan's arms, Qing Yan immediately held his hand...

All Cang Chan disciples gasped in unison, and leaned back slightly, as if seeing something shocking.

Qing Tingyun also twitched the corners of his eyes, as if seeing an unsightly scene, thinking that it would be indecent to criticize Xia Qi, and knowing that his senior brother had always protected this kid, and he was not good at evaluating the love between Taoist couples, so he talked for a while , couldn't bear it anymore: "...Xia Qi, even if Xiaoshan's family style is open, no matter how hard it is to control yourself, you should at least restrain yourself..."

In the eyes of outsiders, Xia Qi's behavior is undoubtedly flirting and hugging, and he is almost disgraced, so that he can shamelessly stick to his face.

He couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, Qingyan was very strong, and the strength of the resistance made the tiger's mouth hurt a little, but he sighed reluctantly: "Bai Lan is my Taoist partner, you can't deny it when you are out of Cang Li... "

He was already thin and injured, and he looked pitifully weak under the black cloak.

But the Cangcheng sect has strict rules, these words are almost presumptuous in the ears of all the disciples, and the other party is still their acting head like a banished immortal.

Qing Tingyun didn't bring it up even in one breath. Listen, is this a human thing? Why is the demon hunter, who frightens the monks and demons, pretending to be pitiful here?

Xia Qi took a peek at Qing Yan, and sure enough, his face became more serious, and he could almost see a bit of resistance and displeasure from his expressionless face.

It is rare for Qing Yan to become so angry because of his approach...

Thinking about it this way, the breath stuck in his chest suddenly diverged, making him angry and funny, and the boredom in his heart dissipated a little.

Qing Yan only smelled the very familiar light fragrance into his bosom, it was a few rare medicinal herbs, but he didn't have the heart to distinguish it carefully.

Xia Qi's strength is not strong, there are too many ways to let him go.

But his breathing was light and trembling, and the stubbornness in his clear eyes could be seen at a glance... His pupils dilated a little.

There was a faint feeling of strangeness in his heart, and he inexplicably restrained the hand that was struggling to draw the sword.

Just such a hesitant pause, in the eyes of outsiders, it becomes a somewhat delicate scene.

Seeing that the eyes of everyone around him became meaningful, Qing Yan weighed between pushing Xia Qi away to expose his amnesia and enduring the approach of strangers, but he felt that neither could be accepted, and he just wanted to end this scene quickly.

He looked at Qing Tingyun, his jealous junior was staring at each other with Xia Qizai... childishly.

After he paused, he knew that Xia Qi was not a person full of evil.

"I'm tired this time, go back and rest earlier."

Seeing his senior brother hugging him, looking like he was protecting his shortcomings, Qing Tingyun calmed down angrily.

"Brother came from Longzhou, the situation there must have stabilized, then I will take the disciples back to Cangcheng first - they are scattered... What do you see, the neck stretches so long?"

Qing Tingyun and the others left, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Xia Qi wanted to keep pulling on Qing Yan's body, but he couldn't hold the hand that just wanted to draw the sword anymore, so he had no choice but to let go.

With a Qing Yue sword chant, Zai Chuan, Qing Yan's saber, turned into sharp sword Qi and Qing Guang, and fell firmly at his feet.

Xia Qi was stunned, the Qing banquet is leaving?

The serious injury made his thoughts a lot dull, he panicked, and only one thought remained——

Qing Yan didn't believe him, once he left this time, he couldn't even get through Cang Li's mountain guard formation, how could he meet again?

Thinking of this, almost instinctively reached out and grabbed Qing Yan's sleeve, the cloth was firmly held in his hand, without any intention of letting go.

He knew that such a move was almost meaningless, Qing Yan's sword could beat him up without its sheath.

Even so, he couldn't think of any other way, his aura was exhausted, and he had nothing to rely on, only this subconscious action remained.

As if he was holding on to something as important as his life, he pursed his lips tightly, staring at Qing Yan without saying a word, and stubbornly lit up those eyes surprisingly brightly.

Qing Yan frowned, his eyes fell on the cuffs, the knuckles of that hand were almost white.

"The matter has not yet been determined, and it is not polite to act like this."

Then he quietly pulled back his sleeves.

Qingyan lost the gentle and slow words of the past, and the cold white moonlight fell on the face, showing a bit of awe and alienation.

Xia Qi's eyes dimmed in bewilderment, as if all his strength had been taken away, he said in a hoarse voice: "...Are you leaving?"

Qing Yan looked away from his almost bloodless face.

"Go back to Cangcheng first."

Qingguang spread to Xia Qi's feet, he rubbed the sword light with his toes dully, and then realized, he was overjoyed, and subconsciously wanted to hug Qingyan's arm: "Bai Lan, so you don't care about me..."

Qing Yan flicked her sleeves and turned around, quietly staggering away.

When Zai Chuan moved, the night was left behind, and the cold voice was carried to Xia Qi's ears by the wind.

"Stand your ground."

Xia Qi: "..."

The ups and downs are too big tonight!