My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi came to the top of the pagoda, put away his sword beside Qing Yan, and looked at the magic weapon pierced by Zai Chuan's blade—it was a humble golden bell.

He vaguely felt that it looked familiar, the golden bell was broken, and he stretched out his hand to pick it up.

The moment he touched the icy metal, a wisp of weak residual aura flattered his fingertips, and the aura mixed with the aura of thousands of people seemed to pour into his heart.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and his body reacted subconsciously, taking a step back.

Nauseous as if smelling death, the chill that rose from the soles of his feet spread to his whole body in an instant.

This smell is like a key, and after 20 years, it drags him back to the damp and dark place that never sees the sun.

The sound of Qingyan rang in his ears, but he couldn't hear it clearly through a layer of layers. After a few times, he suddenly returned to his place of fascination.

Xia Qi's face was against the moonlight, his eyes were lowered, and he shook his head slowly: "...I'm fine, it turns out that the auras of those monks who died in the realm of demons and illusions are used here."

Qing Yan's gaze still rests on Xia Qi's face hesitantly.

"Activating the golden bell requires a lot of spiritual energy. After the golden bell forms an illusion, the monks who stray into it will die from the souls of the dead, and the spiritual energy will be absorbed by it again. This cycle continues to grow."

There were a few wisps of spiritual energy left on the golden bell that hadn't had time to dissipate, and it was not dangerous.Xia Qifang's expression was so quick that he could only be stunned, but he could clearly see the shock and anger in it.

Qing Yan didn't care about Jin Ling any more, and couldn't help lowering her voice: "Is the wound open, or is the meridian hurting again?"

Xia Qi's drooping eyelashes were drenched with raindrops, watching Jin Ling sink into a complete trance, and did not respond for a long time.

Qing Yan became more and more aware that something was wrong, and called out again: "Xia Qi?"

Xia Qi suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Qing Yan in confusion: "Huh? It's rather weird."

He didn't notice that Qing Yan frowned when he heard this irrelevant answer, but just looked around, "Bai Lan wait for me, I'll find something."

After the flashy and bustling illusion of Yunxia Town disappeared, the broken walls and ruins as far as the eye could see were restored.The night wind whistled wantonly in the wilderness, and the breath smelled of decayed soil turned up by the rain.

Xia Qi walked through thousands of gray shadows hovering slowly, the black figure was like another dead soul with a darker color.

He was caught off guard by seeing the familiar and vague faces, which were the nuns who had accosted Qingyan before and the old lady who gave the lamp—the souls of the town kept repeating their previous deeds, and those who could communicate with those who entered by mistake were also those who entered by mistake.

Many dead souls stood in the vast rain and mist. The dead souls of monks and ordinary people were no different. They all became shadows in the dark world, their facial features were blurred, and their expressions were dull and confused.

Presumably there is no way back, and the way to go is far away, so he hesitates at the junction of life and death.

Following the induction of the shadow ring, Xia Qi found four shadow rings of the demon hunter in the messy ruins.

He spread out his palms and let the rain wash away the mud stains on the shadow ring.

The trajectory of the rainwater falling around him stopped abruptly, and he raised his head sharply.

Under the dark night, there is a warm and clear blue halo on the top of the blessing tower that slowly spreads out. The bright and clean blue light beams become Taoist rays, spread out of thin air along some ancient and solemn lines, and connect with each other, supporting the sky above the town. A huge magic circle was raised, and then it slowly fell.

The dead souls raised their heads one after another, and together with Xia Qi, they looked at the clear rune descending from the sky.

It is a magic circle to appease the souls of the dead and purify the demon energy.

On the top of the pagoda, the moon-like white robe was blown flying by the night wind, Zai Chuan was in the center of the magic circle as the eyes of the magic circle, and the clear light was almost dazzling in the dim sky and earth.

A faint blue halo fell from the top of his head to his feet, Xia Qi seemed to be soothed by a gust of warm wind.

The sky and the earth seemed to be swept away by the fresh air, and even the thin moonlight was a little bit clean.

The dead souls woke up one after another, looked around in confusion, and finally showed their expressions as if they just remembered something.

Xia Qi held the shadow ring in his hand, watching the dead souls around him crying and laughing silently, and their figures slowly disappeared.

Regardless of joy or sorrow, can a visit to the world and leaving with the most indelible memory offset the unwillingness of the impermanence of life and death in troubled times?

Xia Qi noticed a familiar aura approaching from his side, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "When you become a demon hunter, your soul will be connected to the Shadow Ring. If you die outside, your fellow sect will bring the Shadow Ring back to Xiaoshan... That’s right, there’s a place for the soul to return to.”

As soon as the words fell, he noticed that the coldness that had been pouring on his body had disappeared, so he couldn't help but look up.

I saw Qingyan set up a rain-shielding technique on top of his head, driving away the wet water stains on his clothes, making his skin dry and soft instantly.

Qing Yan looked down at the Shadow Ring in his palm, stretched out her hand and gently pushed his fingers, causing his palm to curl up, protecting Shadow Ring from the rain.

The temperature of the dry fingertips made the skin soaked in the cold rain tremble slightly.

"This time is also considered a chance, thanks to you, they can go home," Qing Yan's eyebrows and eyes were separated by hazy rain and fog, but they were real and palpable. He stared at Xia Qi for a moment, and his lowered voice was like dry and warm wind, " Unity agreement... Even if there is no union, no matter how long it has been since your fall and me, the soul will always belong to one place."

If one day dissipates between heaven and earth, they will also accompany each other.

Xia Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked back at the seriousness in Qing Yan's eyes for a long time, as well as... a touch of worry.

Perhaps the cold rain didn't fall on him again, and the coldness all over his body was gradually driven out.The loneliness that was pressing on my heart seemed to be pried away, and the sun involuntarily leaked in, ironing every ounce of my heart.

He slowly bent his eyes, tightened the shadow ring in his hand, and couldn't help but smile on his lips.

Qingyan has always been the light that can dry any gloomy and damp in his heart.

Seeing him slowing down, Qing Yan took out her silver robe from the mustard and handed it to him.

Xia Qi was taken aback... This is, Qing Yan thinks he is cold?

He was a little funny, how could a monk be afraid of the cold, but Qing Yan saw that he was restless and always sleeping, maybe he felt that he needed more clothes in the freezing weather.

This is Qingyan's clothes, he took it over unceremoniously, wrapped himself in the loose and warm clothes, breathed a comfortable and dry woody fragrance, as if surrounded by the warm atmosphere of Qingyan.

He couldn't help laughing: "Hey, don't say it, it's not cold anymore."

Qing Yan watched him use his clothes into a blanket, the corners of his lips curved almost imperceptibly.

After returning to Changyao, Qingyan dispatched disciples of Cangcheng to cooperate with Changyao to investigate places similar to Yunxia Town.

They even found two golden bells from two illusions. It seems that Yunxia Town is not an isolated case.

This golden bell is called the soul-locking bell. Although it is a magical tool for the formation eye, it is only used as a secondary formation eye to collect spiritual power and continuously supply it to the main formation eye.

As soon as this inference was made, everyone's expressions were solemn. They didn't expect the people behind them to use such a battle.

Xia Qi didn't see Lin Ming's soul in Yunxia Town, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and what the situation was.

As for the group of abnormal disciples who returned from investigating Yunxia Town, half were stationed at the Qiushui Lake Altar, and half were patrolling the Qiushui Lake Spirit Mine.

Fu Leshan has personally brought his disciples to check.

Xia Qi listened absently from the side, thinking that if he could cooperate with each other, even if Jindu's large array warned the invasion of demonic energy, the news could be intercepted.

He didn't join in the fun, and continued to live a lazy life of eating, sleeping and resting in a quiet courtyard away from the bustle.

It's just that after returning from Yunxia Town, the memories he stirred up lingered in his sleep, often turning into nightmares, making his whole body cold and depressed, and his meridians were not too troublesome.

When Fu Leshan came to Xiaoshan's small courtyard, Xia Qi was sleeping soundly in the rocking chair under the flower tree, with three copper coins on the table.

The person on the rocking chair closed his eyes and lay curled up, his wrists and ankles were as slender as a teenager's, as if the wind and poop would make him sick.

And a cold light stained his eyelashes with a sharp brilliance—it was the sword lying quietly in his arms.

Fu Leshan stopped five steps away.

Xia Qi seemed defenseless, but the demon hunter's alert reaction made it inconvenient for him to approach rashly.

He sighed, and muttered softly: "Great Shen Luzhong is still sleeping in the courtyard, why can't it make people feel relieved..."

As soon as the words fell, a sleepy voice muttered: "Dim sum? What dim sum..."

Fu Leshan: "..."

"Fu Lao?"

Xia Qi stretched himself out, and found that the visitor didn't bring anything, let alone the so-called snacks, so he couldn't help touching his sleepy head: "Is there any news about the investigation of the spiritual vein?"

Fu Leshan didn't answer, but just handed him a banquet poster.

The banquet was decorated with a luxurious frame, and Xia Qi woke up from a doze, so he accepted it in trepidation, which was very unexpected.

"Could it be the Tianhai Banquet?"

Does this count as changing the rules of the ancestors privately, and Chang Yao wants to have a direct enmity with Shifang Pavilion?

"The Tianhai Banquet is still some time away. This banquet is just for everyone to rest a little bit," the old god Fu Leshan said with a smile on the ground, "Don't you want to know the follow-up of the investigation?"

Xia Qi was a little funny, it turned out that he was overthinking.

But Fu Leshan said it tactfully, the banquet at this time may not be as simple as eating, eating and having fun. Since Xiaoshan is invited to the banquet, there will be things that Xiaoshan needs to do.

Maybe it's just like what Fu Wan guessed. Nowadays, the relationship between various factions is intertwined, and Xiaoshan, which is in neutral, has a different effect.

Besides, he was worried about how he would meet the people behind Jinling.

Isn't this someone handing you a pillow as soon as you fell asleep?

Enough rest, it's time to get down to business.

Xia Qi didn't refuse, and rubbed his fingertips over the fine gold patterns on the invitation stickers, with a thoughtful smile in his eyes.

"So, the junior will disturb you when the time comes."

Not long after Fu Leshan left, Xia Qi saw Qingyan come in through the garden gate, and put a simple food box on the table.

He was taken aback, and opened it expectantly, and there were actually three lotus flower cakes.

Layers of crispy lotus petals exude a slightly sweet and alluring aroma.He has sharp eyes, such a craft, Chang Yao's chef may not be able to match it.

His eyes lit up: "Bai Lan, you really did it for me."

Qing Yan took a look at the faint blackness on his eyelids, and said, "Xia Qi, I said before, if you don't want to go somewhere, you don't have to go."

Xia Qi was taken aback: "You mean the sect's banquet?" How can it be considered a reluctance to be able to reap the benefits and see the gossip between the sects?

Qing Yan bluntly said: "Xiaoshan."

Xia Qi didn't expect Qing Yan to be so straightforward, and the two stared at each other in silence for a moment.

It turned out that after returning from Yunxia Town, Qing Yan was still suspicious and worried about his abnormality, and mistakenly thought that it had something to do with Xiaoshan.

In the previous life, Qing Yan thought that he was forced into Xiaoshan, where his life was hanging by a thread, traveling between mountains of swords and seas of fire, and even caused his meridians to be tortured by poison.

Unexpectedly, in this life, this topic could not be avoided.

In the past, he lost his emotions and desires, and drifted away from Qingyan, so there was no need for any explanation.

Now he has more patience and wants to get to know each other with Qing Yan.

Xia Qi met Qing Yan's eyes frankly, and said seriously: "No, Bo Lan, I can't say that the days in Xiaoshan were all happy, but Xiaoshan gave me a lot of things I wanted. Maybe there was a lot of helplessness in the past. , but now all choices are my heart.”

Qing Yan looked at him for a moment, with profound insight in her quiet eyes, and finally nodded: "That's good."

Xia Qi smiled, and then took the initiative to explain: "That night in Yunxia Town, I saw that golden bell looked familiar, and later I realized that the magic weapon was behind it, maybe it was my enemy."

After returning from Yunxia Town, Qingyan was busy, he suddenly fell asleep, and the two of them staggered their work and rest, and they never had a chance to explain clearly, which must have made Qingyan worry a lot.

Qing Yan was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect Xia Qi to be so frank this time.

Xia Qi saw his thoughts, and poured him a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine with some amusement: "There are so many things to hide between Taoist couples."

Qing Yan seemed to agree with these words, so he asked: "Then, your meridians..."

"Ah, that's right," Xia Qi pulled Qingyan's wrist as if he didn't hear it, and thought softly, "When the evil trouble is over, we don't have to run around anymore, we will live in Xinghui Peak and eat every day. Sleep, do something to enhance the relationship between Taoist couples..."

Qing Yan sighed imperceptibly, and pushed the food box towards him: "Eat."

Only then did Xia Qi remember the delicious food that was almost disappointing, he couldn't wait to take a few mouthfuls, and then slumped on the chair contentedly.

"It's finally complete..."