My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

The emotions in Xia Qi's chest bumped from left to right for a moment, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad from it.

"...I was picked up."

Fu Leshan smiled indifferently, and the gentleness and kindness in his eyes did not fade away: "You are also a good boy... Take care of yourself in the future, if Ling'er finds out that you don't cherish yourself, she will definitely feel distressed."

Xia Qi lowered his eyes a little helplessly.

It was the first time in my life that I had the opportunity to say goodbye, but I couldn't find the right words for a long time. I only felt the coldness of the rain soaking into the skin and bone marrow.

The sky was dark and cold, and it was overwhelming for no reason.

Qing Yan, who was standing aside, suddenly squatted down, felt Fu Leshan's pulse with his fingertips, and calmly called the disciple not far away, and ordered Fu Leshan to be placed in the mustard seed first.

"The poison is gone, please support carefully, and the decoction should be done as soon as possible."

As if Xia Qi didn't hear clearly, the sadness in his chest paused...

what's the situation?

Fu Leshan was also at a loss.

Xia Qi looked at the dexterous hands and feet of the disciples who were being treated, and vaguely realized that he had given Fu Leshan an emergency treatment before the Qing Banquet...and took anti-poison?

He glanced blankly at Fu Leshan who was still panting, then looked at Qing Yan who had been watching from the sidelines, and asked in disbelief: "Bai Lan...are you waiting for us to finish talking?"

Qing Yan glanced at him, a little helpless: "...waiting for the effect of the medicine."

The patient must not move until the toxin is forced out of the meridians.Before he had time to say anything, he saw Xia Qi chatting with Fu Leshan.

Xia Qi: "..."

Fu Leshan: "..."

After Fu Leshan was sent away, Xia Qi knew that Qing Yan and Wen Yuxie had discussed the method of detoxification a while ago.

Although the poison of Shifang Pavilion is exquisite, but Qingyan is well-known in his blog, and can identify the poisonous plants and animal venom of Nanfeng among them. Chang Yao's medical skills are extremely high, and several doctors immediately discussed the countermeasures.

Wen Yuxie first administered medicine to Fu Leshan, who was deeply poisoned and seriously injured, and asked Qingyan to look after him, and then dispatched Chang Yao's disciples to arrange the antidote.

Xia Qi put away the last bit of sadness in his chest, and patted his head in confusion.

Fortunately, there is an antidote to save the lives of many disciples.

The three people who came out of the secret realm couldn't rest for a moment, and immediately got busy.

Wen Yuxie dispatched Chang Yao's disciples to heal the wounded, Cang Li cooperated with Chang Yao to repair the mine circle, Xia Qi and Fu Wan took the demon hunters to help.

Until late at night, the Changyao resident was still brightly lit, and the figures walked quickly, their clothes like clouds.

Xia Qi returned to Changyao from the mine, seeing that everyone was almost busy, so he sat down on the steps of Changyao's brightly lit meeting hall to rest.

There were occasional disciples coming and going not far away, but no one stepped forward to disturb them.

He glanced at the clear night sky after the heavy rain, his breath was moist and slightly cool, ignoring his physical fatigue, he felt a little relieved.

The evil troubles in Jindu have been completely eliminated, and the Shifang Pavilion was also withdrawn before the Tianhai Banquet, so there is no need to worry about another accident, which is a good thing.

The remaining post-disaster rehabilitation and reconstruction is only a matter of time.

Fu Wan and the other brothers returned to Xiaoshan first with the magical artifacts ordered from Chang Yao. After all, the defense line of Xiaoshan could not be delayed for a moment.

Seeing that his injuries were too serious, Fu Wan asked him to rest for a few days before rushing back.

While thinking, there were footsteps behind him.

Wen Yuxie sat beside Xia Qi and brought him a plate of snacks and tea.

He sighed in his heart and heard the headmaster's thoughtfulness: "How is Mr. Fu?"

Wen Yuxie's expression was gloomy: "Cultivation is useless... But it's lucky to save his life, he should rest." She glanced at Xia Qi, "Old Fu told you."

Knowing that it was about the aunt, Xia Qi couldn't help nodding.

Wen Yuxie no longer had any reservations, and said with a smile: "Xiao Qi, in fact, Master wrote us a letter after adopting you, and often mentioned you."

Xia Qi almost crushed the snack, no wonder Wen Yuxie and Fu Leshan were so friendly when they saw him: "...what did she say about me?"

Wen Yuxie thought about it for a moment, suppressed a smile and coughed: "Well-behaved, cute, and edible."

Xia Qi: "..." The snacks in his hand couldn't be eaten for a while.

His biggest feeling in recent days is that even as a monk, he may not be able to escape the collapse of fate.

Now knowing that Su Ling, as the former head of Changyao, also sacrificed to the evil, I think that fate is involuntary.

He couldn't help asking: "Why doesn't Auntie stay in Changyao?"

Wen Yuxie didn't answer right away, but just stretched out his hand to caress the lines on Xia Qi's cuff, where only the thin spiritual energy left when the runes were carved.

After a while, her expression darkened: "Xiao Qi, cultivation is not what every monk yearns for. Compared with the great way and the subtlety of martial arts... Master prefers life in the world."

Xia Qi seemed to understand, vaguely aware that Wen Yuxie had skipped a lot of things, but told the truth directly.

Su Ling's whole body was indeed filled with joyful and warm human fireworks, and it was only then that he was firmly rescued from his childhood nightmare.

Wen Yuxie stretched himself out, and it looked like he was about to end the sentimental topic.

She said the last sentence softly: "No matter where Master goes, Changyao is her forever home... and it is also yours. No matter how far you go in the future, Changyao will always keep a light for you."

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his relationship with Su Ling has not disappeared, and when he thinks of this prosperous city that he has been in danger for, the tenderness contained in it will form a sense of security in his heart.

Xia Qi smiled slightly.

After returning that night, Xia Qi, who was slowly recovering from his injuries, fell into a deep sleep again, and was unconscious for several days.

In a daze, he vaguely felt that someone was giving him medicine, the medicine was extremely bitter, and he could swallow it without blinking when he was awake, but he was extremely resistant to the taste when he was sleepy.

The man persuaded him softly for a while, and after smelling the reassuring woody fragrance, he opened his mouth obediently and drank it with great reluctance.

He also woke up intermittently a few times, saw some vague and disturbing figures, but only remembered Qing Yan's furrowed brows and warm and dry fingers.

Every time at this time, I would feel a little more at ease, curl myself into a corner, and fall asleep again with the pain.

The day when I really woke up was the Tianhai Banquet.

After sleeping for a long time, he was a little dull, and he heard the disciple who came to change the quilt say that it was also the Thousand Lantern Festival that night, and he could see the lights and fireworks all over the city from the window here.

These words did not leave any reaction in his mind, and he continued to sleep on the dry and soft bedding.

This time, his sleep was extremely unsteady. He bumped back to the cold and damp cellar when he was young, and the cries of children lingered in his ears, intermittently and non-stop.

Suddenly, he saw the scene of getting along with Qing Yan in the previous life. Every time Qing Yan came to him, he would leave heartlessly and ruthlessly, leaving Qing Yan alone in his shadow...

He tossed and turned unconsciously, his chest was getting restless, and the bedding he had just changed was soaked in sweat again, making it hot and sticky.

Suddenly, a slight gust of wind came in and lingered softly on his cheek.

He felt someone push open the door and come in.

A touch of consciousness is a feast.

As soon as his consciousness touched it, Qing Yan knew that he was awake, and sat on the side of the bed.

Xia Qi rubbed his eyes and sat up, there was no light in the room, Qing Yan's face was hidden in the half-light.

He thought to himself that he was all sloppy at this moment, so it would be good if Qing Yan couldn't see it.

"Bai Lan, is the Tianhai Banquet over?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse.

Qing Yan's gentle voice came: "There is nothing important, is it better?"

Xia Qi let out a "huh" and rubbed his temples: "I've recovered a lot, and I'll be able to run and jump in a while."

Qing Yan looked at him in the dark for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I need to go back to Cangcheng in two days. Your injury has not healed..."

He paused, and then said, "Be careful in everything."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, that's right, the evil disaster in Jindu is over, the information he has learned this time is mixed, and there are still many things to do after returning from the Qingyan banquet.

Xu Shi had been lying down for a long time, and the emotions he should have had not come up for a long time. He said confusedly: "It's time for me to go back to Xiaoshan."

The danger in Xiaoshan's defense line is imminent. The Lingzhou incident is weird, and the people behind the scenes have no clues yet. I don't know if there will be any changes in Xiaoshan.

He has been away for too long.

At the pause of the banquet just now, he guessed that he wanted to ask if he would go back to Cangcheng together.

But the two have their own things to do, he can't ask Cang Lishou to leave the burden of sect and go with him, and Qing Yan will not ask him to do so.

Going to the vast expanse, it seems that there is no difference from the previous life when we always parted.

There was no words in the house for a while, only the bright moonlight spreading leisurely on the window sill.

Xia Qi's thoughts finally started to move slowly, recalling what his disciple said before, he suddenly said: "Bai Lan, I want to watch the lamp."

Hearing the words, Qing Yan waved his sleeves lightly, and the wall in front of the two of them disappeared instantly, as if there was nothing there.

The terrain here is higher than Jindu City, and the rising lights of the city can be seen in a panoramic view, and the quiet moonlight also spreads silently on the two of them.

Xia Qi's eyes reflected the brilliant light in the distance, and he couldn't help but move towards Qing Yan, leaning his head on his shoulder.

The two watched the sparks all over the city quietly for a moment, Xia Qi said softly: "Bai Lan, in fact, I have treated you badly and failed you many times, so I am not a good Taoist couple."

He has always felt guilty for alienating Qingyan.Especially when he saw Qing Yan's lost and regained look on the Heart Demon Mirror, just now in his sleepy dreams, he remembered the relationship between the two of them, and realized that Qing Yan had a strong heart, but he had tormented him into a heart demon.

Qing Yan looked down at the tired faces of the people around her, those dark eyes were quiet and well-behaved.

His eyebrows darkened, and he vaguely realized that Xia Qi might have deliberately distanced himself from him in fear of hurting him.

"If you don't look at the cause and effect in the past, what do you think now?"

Knowing that Qing Yan was asking about the relationship between the two, Xia Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyes for a moment before saying: "I always hear people say that if you practice three thousand ways, you will reach the same goal. Can't ask for it."

He grabbed Qing Yan's sleeve, "But if I was wrong before, I was wrong, and I will make up for it one by one in the future."

The time spent with Qing Yan in this life must be longer.

Qing Yan was silent for a moment, he didn't know how the two of them got along in the past, but now the occasional throbbing and slight joy caused by Xia Qi made him feel comfortable and at ease.

Except when some words are explicit.

"Since you don't regret your original choice, you don't need to look back, just move forward."

Xia Qi's eyelashes trembled, he looked up at Qing Yan, and slowly bent his lips: "Where is Bo Lan, are you happy with me?"

Qing Yan stared at him silently, his eyes moved slightly, and then looked away to look at the lights all over the city, before responding: "En."

Xia Qi's senses were dull at this time, and the thick warmth of joy also came slowly, but it tightly wrapped his heart.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold Qing Yan's hand, and leaned against Qing Yan's warm embrace again.

The other finger was not idle either, ambiguously stroking Qing Yan's neat belt, the finger moved up and down suddenly, silently teasing but never crossing the line.

"Bai Lan, when I was unable to control myself two years ago, your visit late at night was too fascinating..."

His voice was light and slow, with a smile on his face, like the most thought-provoking whisper in the tent.

Sensing Qing Yan's body stiffening, Xia Qi was so happy that he couldn't find Bei.

He took a peek at Qing Yan's slightly tense side face, the handsome and seductive silhouette half hidden under the moonlight, he couldn't help but obey the throbbing in his heart, he raised his head and was about to kiss him secretly...

And Qing Yan happened to grab his restless hand, and turned to speak, when a soft and warm kiss landed on his lips impartially.

He suffocated for a moment, and the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly went blank.

Xia Qi didn't expect that Qing Banquet would be caught off guard and turn his head. The long-lost kiss reminded him of the intimacy between the two.

This opportunity was so good, he simply took advantage of the moment when Qing Yan was in a daze, and wrapped his arms around his neck again, and plunged into his arms, pressing his lips against the soft and dry lips and rubbing them lightly. He stuck out his tongue aggressively, and licked the seam of his lips greedily.

In the intimacy, the warm breath with woody fragrance lingers between the breaths of the two of them.

There was a meaningful smile in Xia Qi's eyes, looking at the shock in Qing Yan's eyes from a very close distance, just about to go deeper, only to hear the sound of quick footsteps coming from outside the house, and he was about to open the door and come in in a blink of an eye.

Xia Qi felt suddenly empty around him, and the warm breath was also drawn away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a slightly hasty figure outside the window... he couldn't help being taken aback.

The dignified disciple of Cangcheng...Yunzhang Sword Cultivator No.1...leaved from the window of his Taoist companion's room...

He almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and somehow he had the illusion of cheating.

Xia Qi licked his lips contentedly, feeling a little unsatisfied with scratching his itch, but he had endless aftertaste.

The gloom brought about by the nightmare disappeared, and my heart was as warm and dry as if it had been dried.

The door was pushed open, and the disciple who was in charge of taking care of Xia Qi's daily life came in with a food box and couldn't help but be taken aback: "Are you awake?"

Xia Qi lazily leaned against the head of the bed, smiling: "You came at the right time."

The disciple smiled triumphantly: "That's right, I calculated the time correctly, so I knew you would be hungry when you woke up."

Jindu is like celebrating the aftermath of a catastrophe, and the night is filled with lights and fireworks all over the city.

The eaves where the Qingyan landed did not know where, so he didn't go to take a closer look, and watched the fireworks bloom without moving his hands.

His mood was even more chaotic than the fireworks.

The moment Xia Qi kissed secretly, he was shocked by the extremely close contact. With that strange and familiar touch, many related memories flooded into the sea of ​​consciousness——

The first time I kissed Xia Qi, he made some glazed candies, and Xia Qi ate happily.

Seeing that he didn't look away, Xia Qi blushed a little and asked him if he wanted to eat.

His eyes fell from the sugar in the opponent's hand, following the fruity scent to those lips, and then he made up his mind and leaned over to kiss.He was lured deeply by the fragrance between his lips and teeth, and tasted the other party's shallow and trembling breath.

Until now, the memory still hasn't stopped playing back... Relevant pictures continue to emerge——

The soft lips smelling like grass dew on the lawn, Xia Qi's trembling eyelashes and breath in the sunset, and the glazed sugar rolling between their lips and teeth...

Only now did he realize how close he was to his so-called Taoist companion.

The brilliant and colorful light in the distance fell in his eyes, and together with the memory images in the sea of ​​consciousness, they bloomed together.