My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Returning from the secret realm, the three of them were not intact.

Wen Yuxie's face was still pale after Haishenyan's powerful surprise attack.

Xia Qi smashed Yang Huai's soul-locking bell recklessly, and was seriously injured. Afterwards, he activated the magic circle to squeeze out his spiritual power. Even after taking some wound medicine, the pain still spread all over his body.

Qing Yan seemed to be intact, but Xia Qi keenly noticed that his breathing was a little unsteady, which was a sign of stagnation in his inner breath... It must be that dealing with Sea God Yan is not as easy as it seems.

Xia Qi's heart was much more relaxed than when he came in, as if he had washed away the years of haze, cleared the fog, and got a glimpse of the direction.

It's just that this time I learned the truth a hundred years ago, and thinking of the Lingying Mountain and the many spirit beasts and demon cultivators who have committed crimes, I always feel a little depressed.

Qingyan collected the solidified Lin Ming and the magic circle into the mustard seeds. He was worried that something would happen to the road ahead. If they were trapped for too long or could not return the same way, the disciples who went to the secret realm to find them would rescue Lin Ming.

Qing Yan suddenly remembered something, and asked the two of them: "In the mirror illusion, have you ever seen the scene of Lingying Mountain being massacred?"

At that time, he looked at the mirror under his feet, and there were actually many broken pictures of spirit beasts and demon cultivators dying in Shifang Pavilion, interspersed between the scenes of Xia Qi's death, which made him terrified and almost confused.

Wen Yuxie shook his head, a little puzzled: "It stands to reason that the illusions related to the heart demon will only show things that I have seen with my own eyes... the scene of the Lingying Mountain? It may also be that the heart demon mirror is mixed with the memory of demonic beasts, mixed with Mixed into the memories of their lives."

Qing Yan nodded, knowing that there was such a possibility, but still frowned.

Xu Shi learned the truth about Lingying Mountain, and had a close contact with the soul of the spirit beast, and then thought of those cruel scenes, and his mind was a little confused...

Before these inexplicable emotions deepened, he felt that his hand was gently held, and the warm and soft palm touched him, making him stop thinking.

It was Xia Qi who quietly picked him up, and leaned over to hug his arm, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "I'm weak all over, and I need the support of my Taoist companion."

Qing Yan took a look at Xia Qi's injuries and pale lips. The person in front of him was working too hard, and his meridians must not be feeling well at this time.

He paused, but finally did not break free.

Xia Qi seems to be used to protecting him, maybe it's a coincidence, even when his mood is unstable, he can immediately get close to him quietly.But it is not contradictory, on the contrary, there is a trace of peace of mind that I am accustomed to.

He always feels that love is too strange and distant, but Xia Qi's softness and warmth are within reach.

When he didn't have a Taoist companion, he felt that there was no lack of such company, and the memory slowly came back... He no longer resisted having Xia Qi as a Taoist companion.

Half of his body was warmed by Xia Qi's pawing, and Qing Yan was forced to confess when he remembered that he was frantically jumping on the Anner Mirror, and asked: "Before you said that if there is no way out in the end, what do you mean?"

Xia Qi was stunned for a moment, thinking that his Taoist companion's memory was too good, and it was all because of Xin Demon Mirror's crap for showing his fleeting thoughts.

He gently twisted Qing Yan's slender hand, and comforted him in a low voice: "I mean, there is always a way back... But you said that we can go back together. Even if this journey does not go smoothly, I will Will do everything possible.”

He was afraid that Qingyan would think too much, so he stopped discussing this, and suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile, "Do you remember the first time we held hands?"

Qing Yan saw that his words were frank, and he didn't seem to be evasive and perfunctory, so he thought about the question for a while.

This memory seems to be waiting to be remembered in advance, and it emerges effortlessly as soon as there is a signal.

It was not long after the two decided to become Taoist couples in private, one time they went down the mountain to play until evening, and came back from hiking on the Cangcheng Mountain Road.

Qing Yan saw that Xia Qi who was walking behind was drowsy, worried that he would fall headlong into the bushes, so he took his hand.

At that time, he had just asked Xia Qi for a Taoist companion, thinking that if Xia Qi's family only wanted to find a shelter for him, he could do what others could do.

Afterwards, it depends on the chance to develop into a close friend or something else.

He held the hand that was suddenly tense, and seeing Xia Qi immediately dozed off with fright, he wondered if it was too abrupt, so he asked him in a low voice: "Do you hate this?"

Unexpectedly, Xia Qi stammered shyly for a while, with a happy smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes: "Of course not!" Then he interlocked his fingers in response.

At that time, there was a cool and moist breeze beside his ears, and a strange but warm itching slowly grew in his heart, but he did not resist it.

He held the person in his hand and continued to walk on the long and long mountain road.

Seeing the gentle curve on his lips, Xia Qi knew that he was thinking about it, and couldn't help joking: "I walked with you so happily at that time, and I didn't realize it until I got back to the house, hey, you can still take me with Yujian!" Walking on the mountain road can take me as far as..."

If it wasn't for Qing Yan's gradual understanding of Xia Qi, he would have suspected that there was something wrong with his memory, so he couldn't help but look sideways: "...I remember only walking for a quarter of an hour."

Seeing that he wasn't intimidated, Xia Qi sighed without changing his face: "For me, who was not active at that time, it was already a fatal journey."

Qing Yan did not forget that Xia Qi at that time was incapable of cultivation, but he was diligent in practicing swordsmanship. His stature looked thin, but his physique was not weak.

He didn't expose it either, he just said meaningfully: "It's because I didn't think carefully."

At that time it was true... just thinking about getting along with Xia Qi for a while.

When he arrived at Xia Qi's house, he felt that the mountain road that he had walked for a hundred years had become shorter.

Wen Yuxie didn't notice the atmosphere that suddenly became sticky between the two behind him.

Knowing what Shifang Pavilion did a hundred years ago in Haihai Jindu, I must have come to Changyao Tianhai Banquet this time with no good intentions.

Before entering the secret realm, Liu Shi's whereabouts were unknown. I don't know how long the time has passed outside. How has Mr. Fu been doing these days?

All the crises in the secret realm were resolved, and the three walked smoothly along the way.

As soon as he came out of the secret place, Xia Qi was startled by the overwhelming sound of water, thinking it was the rush of a huge waterfall, but found that the sky was gloomy, the thunder and lightning were as bright as day, the rainstorm was like pouring, and the surrounding fields were cold.

How can there be such a heavy rain in this season?

Abnormal celestial phenomena, fear of catastrophe.

Xia Qi heard that Yu Xie glanced at the sky with a sullen face, and then smelled a trace of ominousness mixed with blood in the moist rain.

The figures of the three of them quickly became afterimages.

After Wen Yuxie heard the report from the sect's resident disciples, his face sank like water, and he quickly left Changyao and went to the outskirts of Jindu.

Xia Qi followed to the destination, only to see the seriously injured disciples in the rainstorm, as if he had just experienced a big battle, but there were no traces of monsters, not even a trace of demonic energy.

The disciples who were slightly injured were treating the wounded urgently, and opened the mustard seeds that temporarily accommodated the wounded.

Xia Qi glanced at the scars on the disciples along the way, and his heart sank—it was the animal claw marks and the Shifang Pavilion swordsmanship.

Whatever you say in the secret realm will come.

Not far away, Cangcheng's disciples in silver robes saw the Qingyan coming back from a distance, their eyes lit up, and they walked quickly with a solemn expression.

Xia Qi also saw a group of black cloaks approaching not far away, with black boots splashing rainwater all over the ground, and the leader was Fu Wan who had been missing for many days.

He glanced at Qing Yan, Qing Yan nodded in understanding, and cast a rain-avoidance spell on him.

Xia Qiying stepped forward and stopped in front of the black cloak, and the group of Xiaoshan disciples saluted him in unison.

"Little uncle."

He was also relieved to see that the disciples who disappeared in Lingzhou before were injured but not serious.

Fu Wan took a look at his injuries, and his complexion became even worse: "Why did Qingyan force you into danger again and again, do you think Xiaoshan is easy to bully?"

"..." Xia Qi was a little speechless, and waved his hands, "Brother, we'll talk about this later, what's the situation now?"

Also as one of the Seven Envoys, Fu Wan was older than Xia Qi in both age and seniority.In the past, he couldn't understand Xia Qi's character, but now this kid seems to be a different person because of his love affair.

This "senior brother" forced him to adopt the posture of a senior, but he didn't really look for trouble at an inopportune time.

Fu Wan waved to the disciples behind him, and the demon hunter disciples immediately dispersed and joined the rescue of the rest of the disciples.

"I brought back the brothers who were trapped in the hallucinations in Lingzhou this morning, and after entering Jindu, I found that Shifang Pavilion and Changyao were fighting."

Xia Qi expected that Shifang Pavilion would turn against him, but he didn't expect it to turn so quickly: "What reason?"

Fu Wan looked around, and saw that this was the most severely damaged mine, and said mockingly: "Shifang Pavilion has planted traps in various mines, threatening Chang Yao to cooperate with them... I am afraid that the cooperation is fake, the inspiration of Chang Yao The mine is true. Fu Leshan refused, and a fight broke out, and Cang Li naturally stood on Chang Yao's side. Shifang Pavilion came prepared, spared no magic weapon, and the minions of Qi beast were poisoned... It's just that Liu Shi didn't expect Fu Leshan to be stubborn and use his own demon pills to fill the formation, and he would die together with him. Liu Shi cherished his life and didn't dare to resist... But Chang Yao still suffered a heavy loss in the end."

Xia Qi's heart sank: "Demon Pill?" Fu Leshan was actually a demon cultivator... He thought of the Zhuxi still under the sea, and for a while, his thoughts were mixed, and he was faintly angry.

He frowned for a moment, then asked again: "Is Xiaoshan involved?"

Fu Wan took it for granted: "A demon hunter will never miss any opportunity to fight Shifang Pavilion. Two hours ago, Shifang Pavilion was evacuated from Lingzhou. I just came back from a fight."

Xia Qi: "..."

The demon hunter is indeed familiar with the Shifang Pavilion, not to mention the joy of making up the knife, it is understandable to chase after him...

Shifang Pavilion is not stupid, seeing that there is no profit to be made, the three sects join forces to hunt down and kill them, so they can only withdraw.

However, the rest of the Tianhaiyan sects suffered heavy casualties, their vitality was greatly injured, and Chang Yao's mine veins were still damaged, so Liu Shi must have thought that they were not at a loss.

From this point of view, the first time Shifang Pavilion changed its formation to attract demons in Luoyuji was a temptation, and later apologized, just to continue lurking in Jindu.

"We'll talk about the rest later, save people first." Fu Wan hung the knife on his waist, sweeping away his undisciplined appearance, "The poison in Shifang Pavilion has blood sealing the throat. I took a quick look, but I haven't seen it before."

Xia Qi and Fu Wan each joined in the rescue during the rainstorm, sealing the meridians of the injured disciple to prevent the poison from spreading.

He checked the disciples who had been treated along the way, all of them had pale faces and black lips. Dr. Chang Yao's complexion was solemn, and he looked very troublesome.

He frowned and walked a few steps, and suddenly saw Qing Yan squatting in front of a person not far away to check.

Taking a closer look, he felt a thump in his heart, it was Fu Leshan.

Xia Qi remembered Fu Wan's saying that Fu Leshan had lost the demon pill, so he hurried over.

I saw the person who used to nagging and advised him to rest was kneeling on one knee, with his eyes closed, and he was striking the ground with his sword.The injuries all over his body were horrifying, but there was no ups and downs on his body, and there was no sign of breathing.

Qing Yan just glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Xia Qi was stunned for a moment...was he helpless even at Qing Yan?

He squatted down, a little at a loss, remembering that Fu Leshan and Wen Yuxie were inexplicably kind to him, and thought that there would be an answer after leaving the secret realm.

He had vaguely expected it, and he realized that the two of them treated him like an elder... Maybe there really was a chance that he didn't know about.

At this moment, he was a little afraid to hear the answer...

Xia Qi didn't know how to speak for a while, but Fu Leshan seemed to feel something, and slowly woke up.

Fu Leshan was much older due to weakness, he narrowed his eyes slightly with difficulty, glanced at Xia Qi, but smiled angrily: "Is Yuxie all right?"

Xia Qi lowered his eyes, nodded slowly as if he had heard it for a long time.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he still asked softly: "Is it my illusion, you and Master Wen seem to be very kind to me."

Fu Leshan paused, trying his best to reach out and stroke the lines on his cuff, with a little nostalgia in his eyes: "Are you... Su Ling's child?"

Xia Qi slowly opened his eyes wide, the sound of rain suddenly disappeared in his ears, leaving only his own breathing.

That's right, he was still a mortal when he lived with his aunt, and he didn't know anything about cultivation. He became a demon hunter and avoided thinking about sad things, but forgot to think about it. Wake up, I still know the three masters of Cangcheng, and even understand runes... How could it be an ordinary person?

That aunt who would chatter with her neighbors all morning about how much money and broken silver, full of fireworks... turned out to be the previous head of Changyao, the master of Wen Yuxie?