My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

In the eastern mountains of Longzhou, there are many cliffs and natural moats, and the torrents in the canyon are rushing like a tiger roaring.The Xingluo Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, straight into the sky.

Above the clouds are the Seven Peaks of Cangcheng.

As Yunzhang's largest sect of cultivating immortals, Cangcheng is a bit unattainable in terms of terrain, and the border is also covered with defensive circles to resist the enemy and kill evil, and destroy bones and ashes.

Zai Chuan passed through the clouds and entered the Cangcheng Realm, the high-altitude gale that was hunting around his ears disappeared in an instant, leaving only the gentleness and harmony like willow catkins brushing his face, as if he was in a fairyland in an instant.

The peaks are standing in clouds, the mist is surging, the waterfalls are like clouds, and the majestic and solemn buildings lie among the rugged and ancient greenery.

There are guide lights floating in the mountains and mist, like falling sparks, or like pearls hanging on the cliff, which makes people feel awe for no reason.

Xia Qi looked at the scenery along the way on Zaichuan, and the rich spiritual energy washed away his body and mind.

The third of the Cangli Seven Peaks, as the residence of the Cangli Three Venerables, also lived in their disciples.The peaks are far away from each other, if you don't use the teleportation array, you will have to go back and forth with your sword for a while.

Qingyan is quiet by nature. When he was young, Yunzhang was plagued by demons. He traveled alone. Most of the time he walked the world to slay demons.

In Xia Qi's past memories, the only living things that can run and walk in Xinghui Peak are him and Qing Yan.

Zaichuan Qinghui dispersed and returned to Qingyan's hands.

Xia Qi raised his head, the surrounding fields are vast, and the sky is full of stars hanging down, as if he could reach out and pick them up.He let out a breath, and just about to stretch his back in relaxation, he gasped in pain when he moved.

"Bai Lan, can I borrow your spirit pool?"

He knew that Qing Yan was full of doubts, but the most urgent thing was to save himself first.

Qing Yan glanced at him, nodded and let him go.

Xinghui Peak is very big, except for the main side hall for discussing and handling affairs, the Qingyan residence only occupies a corner, Xia Qi is familiar with the layout as if returning to his own home.

He walked around the large bamboo forest in the front yard with ease, and walked straight to the periphery of the back yard.

It was a flat green area on the edge of the cliff, and several purple snowflake trees were blooming luxuriantly. Perhaps no one appreciated it, so they had to look at the pool as a mirror, and the branches extended towards the surface of the enclosed pool. Misty mist rises slightly from the pool water, and the translucent anemone leaves spread, casting hazy shadows, so I had to flick off the petals in disappointment, turning them into lavender spots on the surface of the pool.

Xia Qi used the trunk of a thick flowering tree to cover him, and grinned as he took off his clothes. The cloth and the flesh of the wound were coagulated together.

It's not that he shyly avoided it, before Qing Yan would be nervous and he would get hurt... Even if he forgot now, he didn't want him to see it.

A lot of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and all the black clothes finally fell on the shore.

He slumped down comfortably along the wall of the pool.

The water in the pool is full of aura, which is good for healing wounds and adjusting internal breath. The wounds all over the body feel like being gently touched by waves, and it feels much better within a few breaths.

Skillfully ignoring the burning meridians, Xia Qi finally had enough energy to think about what happened tonight amidst the bursts of lotus fragrance.

He has always been a little concerned about the weird magic circle that made him and Qing Yan fall into trouble in his previous life.He doesn't understand magic circles, but Qing Yan has studied them quite well, and his cultivation is two realms higher than his, so how could he be enlightened?

But tonight, fearing that he would die before Xie Xiu, he rushed to kill him, but he couldn't find any relevant books from Xie Xiu's belongings... He couldn't find any more, and the clues were completely broken.

Xia Qi covered his face with water and sighed.

In this life, Qingyan has forgotten about him... But it is good enough that the other party is safe and sound, and he has enough time and patience to fight for the rest.

It is lucky to start a new life, for him it is a new start, and it is also true for his relationship with Qingyan.

In a residence surrounded by bamboo forests, Qing Yan sat under the patio in the inner courtyard and poured himself a cup of tea.

The Lingchi is next to the backyard, not far from here, there are luxuriant flower branches extending from the window, and some lavender is carried by the night wind and falls on the side of the tea cup.

The Xinghui Peak in the middle of the night was silent, not to mention that the monks had keen eyes and ears, so they could naturally hear the sound of water outside the courtyard.

Without intentionally avoiding the movement not far away, Qing Yan lowered her eyes and lightly tapped the teacup with her fingertips.

The monk did not forget, he searched around in the sea of ​​consciousness, but there was no trace of Xia Qi.

However, the reaction of the younger brother and all the disciples will not lie to me, Xinghui Peak's defensive formation is not fortified against Xia Qi... All the formations of Cang Li are in his hands, not to mention the peak where he lives--obviously belonged to him handwriting.

In addition, Zaichuan Jianqi will recognize those close to the master, and call out his name when they meet... The intentional temptations and unintentional discoveries along the way all indicate that Xia Qi is not lying.

But my own memory can perfectly correspond to each day, how can I explain the extra experience for no reason?

Cangcheng's classics are vast, and he even dabbled in forbidden books. When he was young, he traveled around the world and borrowed all kinds of classics, but there is no record that can answer related doubts.

Besides, how could he have a Taoist companion?

For more than a hundred years, he has never needed company no matter whether he is walking in the world to slay demons or practice in a sect.

Qing Yan frowned unconsciously, and after a while, he realized that the tea was already cold, and tapped the wall of the cup lightly with his fingertips, and there was hot air in the cup again.

I am used to the silence of Xinghui Peak, now there is one more person with a special status, how distracted I am.

As soon as his thoughts showed some intention to explore, the spiritual consciousness wandering in his own territory inadvertently strayed away and was led to Linglian Pond.

Among the translucent anemones, the white and thin back of the person in the pool has a gentle curve, extending down and submerging in the dense water mist.The few scars are not concealed, they should be caused by serious injuries and cannot be healed.

Her half-wet hair was lazily draped over her shoulders, her eyes stained with water were dark and moist, and her thin white fingers were curiously touching the petals of the Linglian. The dew on the petals was stained, and the fingertips were a little red, and they were almost transparent in the dense mist.

I don't have the slightest impression, and it's completely different from the demon hunters I've come into contact with... Qing Yan lost his mind for a moment.

Xia Qi gently rubbed the dew that melted on his fingertips, and he was keenly aware of Qing Yan's spiritual sense peeking over.

Qing Yan has always kept his etiquette and restrained himself, and he has lost his memories with himself. This kind of situation does not mean Do No Evil, but he probably lost his mind.

After all, suddenly there was a Taoist companion who had no impression, and it was probably difficult to calm down for a while.

Xia Qi has recovered a lot from soaking, the corners of his lips curled up, and he has the energy to squirm bad water in his stomach again.

Without any warning, Xia Qi suddenly stood up from the water, stepped on the wooden platform of the corridor with white and tender feet, blurred the wet footprints, and his figure emerged from the dense water mist.

Sensing Qing Yan's spiritual consciousness froze unexpectedly, he retracted it instantly without a trace.

He inexplicably expressed a sense of haste, and after careful consideration, the smile on the corner of his lips widened.

Xia Qi walked through the corridor with bamboo curtains, and walked barefoot to the Qingyan banquet in the courtyard, pawing at the mustard seeds, flirting with every inch of his mouth: "Why don't you watch Bo Lan? You and I are Taoist couples, you can do it anytime." Look at it openly. If you can't wait, I'll come right over..."

His fingers paused before the black clothes he was accustomed to wearing in the previous life, and instead of taking them, he turned around and took out the light yellow clothes that he hadn't worn since he became a witcher, and wore them as he walked.

Listening to the smile in that voice, Qing Yan lowered her eyes and didn't answer, and said "too frivolous" in her heart, but if it's really her Taoist companion, that's another story.

For a moment, I felt very absurd, and wanted to rub my forehead, but the person was already in front of me.

Xia Qi was dressed neatly and sat across from Qingyan. He already looked gentle and handsome, but after washing away his mottled, tired and depressed body, his eyes were smiling, elegant and clear.

He is a different person from Lingzhou Moonlight.

There was no light on the table, the silver moonlight was already bright enough, and the stars were hanging down in the sky above the courtyard.As soon as the night wind passed, purple petals rustled on the hem of their clothes.

The person sitting across from him was dressed in a silver moonlight, and his gestures and gestures were as calm as snow-covered mountains, far away from the dust, silent and profound, not like a guest on earth.

Perhaps the surrounding environment was comfortable for a long time, Xia Qi stuck his chin, looking a little lost in thought.

Even though he didn't understand the relationship between the two, Qing Yan still poured a cup of tea himself in a courteous manner.

The teacup fell in front of Xia Qi, with a soft sound, his mind returned to his place, and he suddenly reached out to hold Qing Yan's hand that was about to be retracted.

Qing Yan immediately frowned.

Xia Qi said before he pulled his hand: "Do you want to confirm again?" Taking the opportunity, Xia Qi gently rubbed the palm of his hand, seemingly casually.

Qing Yan raised her eyebrows, then realized something, and looked at the handshake together with Xia Qi.

The spiritual power of the two touched at the fingertips, and a few rays of light like red threads appeared and swirled in the fingertips, gently lingering a few times.

The red color fell into Qingyan's eyes like the surface of a lake at midnight, and finally rippled.

It is a contract of one heart.

The so-called concentric deed is used when one wants to become a Taoist couple but it is inconvenient to join the membership. Even without the blessing of the asylum runes of the sect in the membership ceremony, it is still a complete vow. I swear, it cannot be concluded unless the two love each other.

If it is possible to continue to detect the previous coincidence, it is absolutely impossible for this oath to be false.

The red line of light shuttled cheerfully and lingeringly between the fingers of the two. Qing Yan's spiritual sense probed the strokes of the runes, and related information jumped out one after another—the time was one night five years ago, in Zhuzhou An inn is a technique created by myself...

Xia Qi suddenly let go of his hand, and the picture was interrupted. He met Qing Yan's gaze, and the corners of his eyes were a little ambiguous: "I can't watch the next picture."

Qing Yan was stunned, the calmness on his face froze, and there were faint signs that it was difficult to maintain.

Xia Qi admired his face as he wished, and put his hands up with a smile.

The two fell into a long silence.

The moonlight wandered silently for a while.

Regarding this disappearing memory, Qing Yan has too many doubts.

He has already realized that he is the only one who lost this memory in this world.

But he hesitated to ask the question out.How important these things are to those who have experienced them, now they can only be heard like stories, and they cannot replace fresh memories after all.

My own unfamiliarity with them... inevitably makes another person sad.

However, the worst plan cannot be ignored. If there is no turning point, the chasing between the two will only become consumption of each other.

He didn't want to, and Xia Qi, who was bound by memories, would also be tortured.

"...If I still can't find out the reason for forgetting, I won't shirk my responsibility as a Taoist companion, but I can't give you a response like before," Qing Yan seemed to feel that the words he said were a bit ruthless, paused, and couldn't help but Soften your voice, "If you want to choose again, I can alone bear the backlash of cutting off the agreement."

He decided to give Xia Qi a choice.

Xia Qi choked for breath, the teasing smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he looked up at the opposite person as if he didn't hear clearly.

And the calmness and tranquility in the other party's eyes are too clear... This choice did not cause any waves in his heart.

Xia Qi gritted his teeth secretly, forced himself to calm down, and rubbed his fingertips together, trying to keep the temperature remaining on his fingertips.

I thought there would be some changes in the next life, but I didn't expect Qing Yan to directly propose to leave... It's worse than dying in name only.

But Qing Yan was willing to discuss this matter with him calmly, and Xia Qi didn't want to hide his thoughts.

"...Bai Lan, look at it from another perspective. If I am the one who lost the memory, I hope my Taoist companion will bring me back to him. I believe...you thought the same way before you lost the memory."

In the last life, his emotions and desires gradually weakened, and he separated himself from any world. Only Qing Yan chased him desperately, pulled him tight, and even protected him with his life.

He will not have the idea that "separation is for the good of Qing Yan", Qing Yan never gave up on him, and he will never lose Qing Yan again.

However, that person was sitting not close to him, and his whole body was cold. Hearing his almost dissecting words, his face was only slightly cold.

"I have no memory associated with it...can't empathize with the idea."

Xia Qi nodded in understanding, a trace of fatigue flashed across his dim eyes: "Bai Lan, let me try, if you still don't remember at the end..."

"how?"

Xia Qi thought for a moment, and said sincerely: "Then just work harder."

Giving up is definitely impossible, he has never thought about this choice at all, what worries him is what happened, but no matter what is in the way, he just needs to crack it one by one.

Qingyan: "..."

Thinking that things didn't turn around, Xia Qi put on a soothing tone, and analyzed in a gentle voice: "Hey, think about it, you're not at a loss, and it would be great if the memory comes back... If you can't remember, we can start over, left and right You can have one more Taoist partner, what a great thing."

When Xia Qi thought about these words, he didn't know whether he was persuading Qing Yan or comforting himself.

Qing Yan's brows moved almost imperceptibly, and his eyes were transparent and quiet, as if he could see through the narrowness in the other's eyes.

He put down the cool teacup, he seemed to have no desire to drink tea, and he didn't want to comment on such "good things".

Xia Qi quit when he was done, yawned wearily, and looked around for a place to rest.

Qing Yan glanced at him: "Stretch out your hand."

Xia Qi stretched out his hand without any doubt.

Ru Yuliangjun's fingers touched his wrist, a burst of comfort and moistness poured into his limbs, and the injuries on his body gradually healed under the prompting of spiritual power.

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment and then laughed.His Taoist companion is a cold-faced and kind-hearted person after all.

He leaned forward slightly, looking at the place where the two touched, the faintly bright technique left a sparkle of interest in his eyes.

Mobilizing spiritual energy to heal Xia Qi's wound, Qing Yan vaguely noticed something strange in the meridian, and wanted to probe into the meridian to check with a touch of spiritual power.

Xia Qi suddenly flipped his wrist, and held Qing Yan's hand instead, twiddling his fingertips to play with it intimately: "It's much more comfortable, and the remaining few days of soaking in the Lingchi will restore it, if you bother, I will feel sorry for you. "

The healing technique dissipated instantly.

The hand being held froze, and he pulled it back calmly, avoiding the teasing.

Xia Qi smiled indifferently, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Although Qing Yan was still indifferent, he didn't drive Xia Qi out, and Xia Qi took him as acquiesced, so he stayed there generously.

The best way to restore the memory of the other party is of course to hang around in front of Qing Yan all day long.

After a few days, Qing Yan seldom responded to him, and would even rub his temples rarely...

But at certain times, because Xia Qi is too familiar with his Taoist companion, he can see many subtle expressions that he has never seen before, such as doubt, helplessness, surprise, and discomfort... It's like a shocking photo, simple but full of taste, which makes Xia Qi feel more and more vigorously.

So he was in a good mood for the past few days, and even the pain in his meridians was relieved.

Qing Yan is not so interesting here.

I have been used to being alone for a hundred years, and suddenly there is a movement of someone beside me... The movement is not small, it is hard to ignore.

After practicing swords in the early morning and returning to the house, the tea brewed on the table just reached the temperature suitable for drinking.

Even in the middle of the night when he returned to Xinghui Peak after going out, Xia Qi would carry a lamp and wait for him in the yard of his residence.

For the rest of the time, Xia Qi soaked in the Lingchi by himself, carved bamboo into small animals with missing arms and legs, occupied his bed and read scriptures while lying on his bed, and went back to the peak to look for edible fruits... It's not really disturbing.

But for no reason, these caring cares come from people with special relationships... Since he found his Taoist heart, he has not been so unsure of how to treat him.

Xia Qi's life in Xinghui Peak was extremely comfortable, and there is no place where people feel more at ease and relaxed than around Qingyan.

If there is, it must be on the bed, in Qing Yan's arms... Of course, it is still a bit far away from this goal.

Xia Qi, who had a bed all to himself, recalled some scenes from the past, turned over regretfully, and fell into a deep sleep.

The room was pitch black, and the bed was covered with a bright and quiet moonlight.

After an unknown amount of time, the dark blue shadow ring in Xia Qi's hand shone slightly, and the faint blue light circled around his fingertips a few times gently, before entering the ring again.

He turned over in sleepiness, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

In the outer room, Qing Yan, who had settled down, quietly opened his eyes, his eyelashes were half drooping, and the sobriety in his eyes was half hidden.

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