My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

The bright candle lamps in Feiyunxie Banquet Hall stopped, leaving behind a soft halo of glazed star lamps along the way to see off the departing guests.

Xia Qi saw Qingyan and several Cangcheng disciples standing in front of Feiyunxie, seeming to be discussing the matter of investigating the Soul Locking Bell.

He yawned, feeling drowsy after eating and drinking, and planned to go back to lie down and sleep.

He had only walked a few steps, and was about to step into the corridor when he noticed someone walking towards him, so he couldn't help but look up.

I saw a Chang Yao disciple who had never met before walking quickly, with a smile on his face, Xia Qi was about to make way for this inexplicably cheerful person, but found that the person was staring at him head-on, approached and immediately hugged him affectionately his arm.

"Brother Qi! Do you remember me?"

Xia Qi was frightened by the person who caught him off guard, so he woke up instantly from his doze, and hurriedly leaned back to avoid the person's intention to get close: "Brother, who are you, why don't you tell yourself that you are home, and then do something about it?"

Hearing the words, the person in front of him couldn't help but look aggrieved, his brows and eyes showed a bit of weakness and femininity, and he even said the words of blame softly: "How can you forget me, we used to sleep together every night... huh?? "

Xia Qi immediately covered his rumour-mongering mouth, it was a catastrophe, he hurriedly glanced at the Qing Yan, just in time to give Shang Qing Yan a meaningful look...

He was so wronged that he had nothing to say. He turned his head and looked at the lovely and pitiful person: "Can you turn on the light when you are looking for a heartless person? How can you frame someone just by touching someone?"

The man was not annoyed when he heard the words, his eyes were crooked, and he held Xia Qi's hand stickily.Xia Qi's goosebumps scrambled out, and he withdrew his hand and was about to draw his sword to slash this innocent disaster. While he was talking, he always felt that this scene was a little familiar...

The man didn't care too much: "Brother Qi, I won't mistake you, there is a mole on your butterfly bone..."

Xia Qi's hand stopped suddenly.

He hesitated and wondered if this person had peeked at him taking a bath. After all, he is not a person who likes to take off his clothes casually... Then he thought about this tooth-piercing title, and he actually remembered something .

His expression moved, and his face slowly revealed a positive expression.

That's right, he's narrowed his mind.

If we talk about sleeping with him and knowing the traces on his body...except for Qingyan, it is 20 years ago, when he was young...the group of children who were imprisoned with him in the dark, cold and damp cellar.

Xia Qi frowned and looked at the man in front of him again, as if he could really match up with a child who was younger than him and loved to cling to him in memory.

He was stunned for a moment.

It's all because those few years were not a good time, and when related memories were touched, there was only a boundless dark cold wave, a musty smell lingering in the breath, and the never-ending meridians after the spiritual roots were repeatedly refined the pain...

Goodbye now, he has become a demon hunter, and the other party has become a decent disciple of a famous school. They all seem to be doing well, and he has personally killed many demons and evil cultivators.

But no one can tell how much the coldness left in my heart during those days has been dried up.

The two old friends who haven't seen each other for many years looked at each other silently, as if they didn't know where to start talking about the past.

"I'm Bai Xuan," the man said softly first, "After you left, I thought I'd never see you again... I saw you a few days ago, but I didn't dare to recognize you..."

"Bai Xuan..." Xia Qi mumbled subconsciously, yes, during those few years when he didn't know his age, that thin child was the only one who talked to him when he was awake.

His eyes moved, and he couldn't help lowering his voice, "...you turned out to be fine afterwards, that's good."

No matter how blessed the innate spiritual root is, it is destructively refined day after day, and it will be completely abolished within a few years, and it will naturally wear down the body, and then thrown into a mass grave by evil cultivators to wait quietly for death——When the children were young He was caught and imprisoned, and when he left the cellar, he was on the verge of death.

It's just that compared to death, it seems that the years in between are more heart-rending.

Xia Qi was dragged out of the cellar when he was 12 years old, and when he went out, he only remembered Bai Xuan's heartbreaking cry...

Fortunately, now that Bai Xuan was standing in front of him intact, it was a bit of a relief.

Seeing that he remembered, Bai Xuan happily took his arm again, and said in a soft voice like before: "Brother Qi, I have always missed you these years, and now that we meet again, we can be companions again... ..."

Xia Qi was a bit overwhelmed by such intimacy, and also noticed that a certain immortal stared silently on his back, and couldn't help but stiffen his back.

He thought to himself that he was not so entangled with Qingyan, so he had no choice but to say: "...Okay, Bai Xuan, you are now a disciple of a famous sect, and maintain the image of the sect a little bit..."

Bai Xuan chuckled: "Brother Qi, why did you become a demon hunter? What's so good about being a demon hunter? It's at stake. Didn't you come out of the pit of fire and into the den of wolves? Why don't you come and join me..."

Xia Qi's expression froze, as if slowly realizing something, the emotions on his face calmed down.

He lowered his eyes for a few breaths, and smiled at Bai Xuan: "I'm thinking about Chang Yao, but it may not be declining. Why are you trying to poach other sects?"

Bai Xuan winked at him, and blew on his cheek: "It's not Chang Yao..."

Unexpectedly, before the words finished, he hastily backed away from the unexpected sword light, his docile expression twisted heavily, and he looked at the sword wielder in disbelief.

Xia Qi held the sword loosely, feeling uncomfortable being touched all over his body, which made his lazy brows look cold.

"If you want to refine the soul bell with you, then there is no need."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a silver robe approaching him, and he was about to step forward, so he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to stop it.

Qing Yan and him looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, they understood and stood quietly by the side, no longer interfering in his personal grievances.

Bai Xuan failed to join the group and was turned around, startled and angry, all of the previous gentle and soft posture was gone, and the slender eyebrows were full of hostility: "It's ridiculous that a demon hunter and a decent family are mixed together! You forgot We have been imprisoned for almost ten years, where are these righteous people?"

"Bai Xuan, there is an injustice and a debtor." Xia Qi's eyebrows were as sharp as a sword's edge, "Even if you have hatred for that person, you have resentment for decent people, how can the people who died under the soul-locking bell fail you? "

"Don't you understand, Xia Qi," Bai Xuan's face revealed a maddened madness, "I hate weak ants so much, just like us before... If we are weak, we should die! We should pave the way for others! I Now I can also taste the taste of controlling the fate of others..."

Bai Xuan's crazy expression was not yet fully revealed, he hurriedly drew his sword to block Xia Qi's flashing sword light, and was shocked to step back a few steps, fear flashed across his eyes.

"So you choose to be a tiger's minion? Bai Xuan, is everyone born strong? If you died in the hands of evil cultivators before, would you still say these words?" Xia Qi touched the gap on the sword regretfully, "Such an old friend reunites , I can't stand it."

At this moment, Xia Qi suppressed the gentleness that had just been revealed, as if he had never let go, showing the ruthlessness of a demon hunter.

Bai Xuan's teeth trembled slightly: "What should you do?"

Xia Qi tilted his head and smiled, showing a bit of coldness: "I'll send you on your way."

Bai Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body was instantly sealed by the frost-cold sword energy.

He entered Changyao just to find an identity to hide, and the rest of his energy was spent on crooked ways, how could he have done more tricks under Xia Qi's sword of exorcising evil spirits.

A moment later, Xia Qi mercilessly wounded his vitals. He never expected that his elder brother who had been dependent on him in the past suffering would be so cruel and merciless.

Can't help dodging a few times in embarrassment and weirdness, sacrificed the concealment magic weapon and instantly disappeared, and fled.

Xia Qi didn't chase after him, and slowly withdrew his sword: "Follow the breath to find the stronghold? Maybe it's the main formation."

"I've noticed." Qing Yan, who was watching quietly the whole time, walked to his side and couldn't help but glance at him, "How do you know that he is related to the person behind the scenes?"

Xia Qi carelessly stroked the hilt of his sword, his drooping eyelashes cast a small shadow on his lower eyelid, neither happy nor sad.

"The dead breath on the soul-locking bell. This grandson has killed too many people, and his clothes can't be covered by incense."

Demon hunters are falcons chasing the breath of death, and they are always sensitive to such breaths.

Qingyan: "Chang Yao investigated the disciples who destroyed the Qiushui Lake magic circle earlier, and found some rotating disciples who were caught in the magic realm of the heart, but counting the time, the first time to do it should be earlier than this evil trouble."

That is from the hands of long-planned accomplices.

Xia Qi was stunned: "Today is really a good day, all the clues are right."

At this time, the moonlight was silent and the courtyard was empty, so he thought carefully about the reunion of old friends just now.

He lost his emotions and desires in the last life, so naturally he would not miss his childhood experiences. Now that he is reborn in the next life, the trajectory of what happened coincides with the knot in his heart. Doesn't it give him a chance to take revenge?

Thanks to years of ups and downs, he is no longer that child who is bullied.

But... After experiencing despair, Bai Xuan chose to take refuge in the evil cultivator and became an accomplice... He couldn't say he was sad, but he was subconsciously confused.

The touch on the cheeks that had been blown by Bai Xuan before did not disappear, and turned into lingering nausea on the skin.

A shadow loomed in front of him, and it was Qing Yan who suddenly approached.

Before he could raise his eyes, Qing Yan raised his chin with his fingers, and his thumb gently brushed the uncomfortable skin, and the eyes that fell on his cheeks dimmed: "Use color to seduce people."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, this was the first time that Qing Yan took the initiative to get close... The uncomfortable feeling on her cheeks was instantly covered, leaving only the warmth left by Qing Yan's dry fingers.

He put away all his sharpness, raised his head slightly with Qingyan's fingers, his eyes were cute, and his tongue came back to life like a tongue: "Where does he come from, he is so different from my Taoist companion, what is in my eyes I can only pretend to be my Taoist companion..."

Qing Yan raised her eyes slightly, and looked away from her cheeks to meet his eyes, and suddenly there was a hint of a smile but not a smile in her eyes, which made Xia Qi's heart palpitate.

Qing Yan: "It's a kind of charm, and it will take effect only when the heart is loosened."

Oh, it's not a compliment to Bai Xuan.Did you just wipe away the traces of the spell for him?

Xia Qi suddenly asked: "Where did you learn this charm?"

Qing Yan raised an eyebrow unexpectedly.

Xia Qi smiled softly, slowly approached his face, and looked at him softly: "I want to learn, I want to seduce my Taoist partner with sex, do you think I am good-looking?"

Qing Yan watched silently for a few breaths, let go of his fingers, and looked away from those eyes... This person seems to be a little self-taught.

Xia Qi gave a regretful "tsk", and Qing Yan took out what looked like a small stove and handed it to him.

He took it in surprise, turned it over and looked at it, it is round and fits in his hand, it can be held in his pocket, spices can be placed in the middle, and the fire pattern engraved on the inner wall - injecting spiritual power can generate heat, no matter how you look at it, it is a stove: " This is... I'm not cold."

Why does Qing Yan always feel that he is cold?

After Xia Qi finished speaking, he realized later that playing with it for a while actually made his palms feel a little comfortable, which was his greed for warmth.

He clutched the stove and stared at Qingyan in a daze for a while, only to realize that his hands—the exposed skin was cold.

"Oh, so I'm cold."

The monk is indeed not afraid of the cold and heat, perhaps because he was thrown back into the abyss of the past by an old man just now, and his mind was dragged into the rain that lasted for years, which made him feel cold in vain.

Xia Qi was holding the stove, and his whole body felt a lot more comfortable because of the little warmth, so he put it on firmly, and stopped talking stiffly: "Are you going back?"

Qingyan unfolded a banquet poster in front of his eyes, it was of the same style as Xia Qi's, he took a sharp look and found that the signature of Qingyan was Wen Yuxie's private seal.

Xia Qi understood that since he had a private seal, he was invited to have a private conversation.

He hurriedly said, "I want to go too."

Qing Yan was not surprised when he heard the words, but instead turned around and led him forward.

Xia Qi was taken aback, and immediately followed suit: "Bai Lan, were you waiting for me just now?"

Qing Yan glanced at him: "You don't want to know the whereabouts of the owner of the soul-locking bell."

Xia Qi couldn't help laughing, his Taoist companion really understood him.

The two walked a few steps before he realized that Qing Yan was not like his usual pace, walking slowly and leisurely, like a walk.

Xia Qi looked at Qingyan hesitantly, only to see that the other party was also looking at him, with a light moonlight in his eyes, which was inexplicably reassuring.

He suddenly understood that the banquet was waiting for him to talk about things that he hadn't had time to say tonight.

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