My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

The day after the Tianhai Banquet, Xia Qi, whose limbs were lying on the verge of degenerating, got up early in the morning.

After a full meal to appease the taste buds that have been harsh on the porridge for a long time, he wandered around to find someone who had escaped from the window last night.

Recalling the two-way quiet and all-encompassing eyes filled with shock, and the long-lost soft touch... He was in a good mood for a while, humming a little song, as leisurely and relaxed as taking a walk after dinner.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing, there was no Qingyan in Cangcheng's courtyard or the side hall for discussing affairs.

If it wasn't for the disciples of Cang Li who were calmly passing by on the road, he almost thought that the Taoist companion he molested would clean up overnight, and left angrily.

I asked the Cangcheng disciples along the way, and only got the news that Qingyan left with a group of disciples in the morning. Since he is a demon hunter, he would not disclose any more whereabouts.

Near noon, Xia Qi strolled back to the quiet courtyard. Seeing that the sun was just right, he was not in a hurry to go back to the house, and fiddled with the lush flower branches boredly.

He unconsciously noticed a petal slipping down in the distance, the track was hidden in the thousands of showers, but in his eyes, it was slow and clear, and he seemed to be able to easily distinguish the texture of the petal.

The same is true for changing a piece of observation at will.

He concentrated for a while, and the track of the breeze around him and the sound of water droplets were extremely clear under his five senses, down to a thread.

Wherever the spiritual consciousness goes, the movement, stillness and prosperity of all things are clear in the heart.

As soon as he thought about this mysterious feeling, he suddenly realized something belatedly.

The gaping sword was unsheathed sadly, the petals all over the sky were shaken by the frosty sword energy, and the falling speed slowed down suddenly, and the snowy and clear sword light spread silently in the quiet world, but it did not startle the birds on the trees .

Xia Qi went through the sword moves once, and he really noticed something. He had a higher level of understanding and integration with the Xiaoyaoyou sword art, and each move turned into a clear and controllable trajectory in his eyes, and he felt at ease. Incomparably, the sword immersed in Qingling's vigorous sword intent hummed happily.

As soon as the sword was retracted, the petals stirred up all over the sky resumed their original falling speed, rustled down, and instantly shattered into thousands of fat colors, turning into a dreamy mist, staining the dark cloak.

"Foundation completed?"

A slightly surprised voice came from Wen Yuxie who happened to be passing by and was attracted by the noise. She looked at Xia Qi hesitantly, "...you came back from the secret realm, you obviously haven't reached this realm yet, why did you wake up after sleeping?" Completed?"

Xia Qi obviously lay in a dazed state for a few days, so why did he still get the effect of retreating and adjusting his breath while sleeping.

Xia Qi took it for granted, he wiped the sword on his elbow with a smile, and lazily put the sword back into its sheath: "If you fall asleep, you will understand."

Wen Yuxie guessed that it had something to do with Xia Qi's exercises, but the other party was vague, so she knew it was interesting and didn't ask any more questions, but just joked with him: "Such a genius, it seems that we are particularly dull."

Because of Su Ling's relationship, Xia Qi no longer had the same status as Master Wen, and happily flattered him: "That's not true."

Wen Yuxie: "..." and climbed up the pole.

Xia Qi thought of something: "By the way, Sect Master Wen knows where Qing Yan has gone, and he hasn't been seen all day."

Wen Yuxie was a little surprised: "He hasn't told you yet?"

Xia Qi suddenly sensed the danger of being concealed by his Taoist couple, and thought, could it be that he was really hiding from himself in anger?He was about to ask more questions, but he saw the teasing expression on Yu Xie's face slightly subdued.

Wen Yuxie pondered for a while, and finally sighed: "After the Shifang Pavilion was withdrawn, Cang Li took the initiative to help find Yang Huai's strongholds in various parts of Lingzhou."

Xia Qi was taken aback.

It started from the day the three of them left the secret realm?Yang Huai takes Lingzhou as his layout, and needs many soul-locking bells, presumably the introductions for refining magic weapons should also be supplied...

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Yuxie must have realized the meaning of these words, so he couldn't help lowering his voice: "A lot of children of common people in Lingzhou disappeared before. But later, the evil suddenly became serious, and Chang Yao couldn't take care of it... so she put it on hold for now." She glanced at Xia Qi, "Senior didn't tell you, I must be afraid to make you feel sad... Today is the last stronghold gone."

Xia Qi lowered his eyes, unconsciously rubbing his fingers behind his back.

To find Yang Huai's stronghold in Lingzhou, the most efficient way is to first ask him about the details of where he is being held... Only then can it be quickly ruled out and located.

However, Qing Yan did not leak any news in front of him, as if he wanted the related memories to end completely after Yang Huai's death.

In fact, the childhood haze was not so deeply rooted in his heart.

The aunt rescued him, and he received the same care and care as ordinary children, allowing him to regain a new life and pick up the hope of life.

Later, Qing Yan developed a preference for him related to love, and let him know that he was worthy of being loved.

Until I chose to become a demon hunter, encountered many dangers, and killed countless monsters and evil cultivators... I am so strong that I can change the color of all ghosts, so I am no longer afraid of that nightmare.

Now the place in my heart related to this matter is only filled with anger and hatred, which slowly dissipated after Yang Huai's death.

If there is anything left, it is the occasional midnight dream, and the lingering cry of the child in my ears.The voice is sometimes unfamiliar, sometimes familiar, and after careful identification, it has its own voice.

As if the child from years ago was still trapped in the shadows, he came out, and the child did not.

It's not an important thing that affects life, any adult doesn't have a bit of sleepless nights to figure it out... But since Qing Yan is going to rescue the trapped people, he should go and see.

The outskirts of Jindu.

In a village that has been dilapidated for a long time, all the villagers have been transferred in a certain evil.

Lingzhou is rich in water vapor, rainy and humid, and the village is overrun by wildly growing greenery, moss moss, weeds are submerged, and mud breeds.

Many scattered objects swelled and molded in the damp, exuding an unpleasant rancid stench, entwined with mosquitoes and flies.

A group of Cangcheng disciples dispersed and quickly searched among the houses.

Zai Chuan pushed open a decayed door with the hilt of his sword, and the dark and musty air of the room leaked out from the crumbling door.

Qing Yan walked in, paced around, and his eyes fell on the huge cabinet in the corner.

He stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the heavy cabinet moved lightly, revealing the covered iron door on the ground, and there was an inscription on the iron door that concealed the breath.

He frowned. The damp and musty smell in this room made it impossible for ordinary people to stay for long, let alone the cellar under the damp soil...

Unlike the other places where adult monks were held, behind the iron gate, there were vague cries of children.

...Has Xia Qi stayed in such a place for many years?

Qing Yan's eyes were extremely cold, and just as he was about to remove the inscription, he noticed someone coming behind him.The visitor's breath was somewhat familiar, he realized something, and turned around.

Xia Qi's face against the light did not distinguish between joy and sorrow, but walked slowly with calm and indifferent steps.

Xia Qi glanced at Qingyan, but saw that Qingyan stopped him, and said in a low voice: "I'll come, you wait outside."

He stared at Qing Yan and smiled, squeezed Qing Yan's wrist reassuringly, and shook his head.

He didn't speak, turned to the iron gate, and the slowly drawn sword took away the smile that didn't fall into his eyes——

He paused suddenly.

Xia Qi originally wanted to slash out with his sword, breaking the thick chain and the inscription on the door together.But this sound will scare the child inside, just like he used to tremble when he heard any sound in the dark.

The tip of the sword lightly pried open the iron lock, and he reached out and slowly pushed the door open.

The heavy door opened slowly with a toothache sound, and the familiar suffocating damp and rotten smell rushed to the face, and there was a burst of horrified and desperate sobs from inside.

Like a reaction imprinted in his bones, he subconsciously trembled slightly.

The hot afternoon sun in Lingzhou came in from behind him, dazzling him for a while.

More than a dozen children crowded together in twos and threes, curled up into a ball.

His vision seemed to be dazzled by the light, and he suddenly saw a small figure looking up in the shadow of the corner, his face was full of tears, he bit his lip tightly, and looked at him.

Xia Qi's pupils shrank——

That was my younger self.

The time around him suddenly stopped, everything was silent, and only the two people looked at each other silently through the unspeakable scene after years.

Xia Qi was stunned for an unknown amount of time, knowing what to say to the little figure trapped in his memory.

His lips moved slightly, and he spoke silently——

Thank you.

Fortunately, you at that time crawled out of the mud without admitting defeat, unwilling to die like this.

The years of time between the two turned into a mirror standing in the middle, and the young self in the corner and him in a black cloak by the door became twin mirror images, and they spoke together:

Thank you.

Fortunately, you opened the crack for yourself and brought light.

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes wide, and quickly clenched the hilt of his sword.

After a few breaths, he bent his eyes and smiled, quietly removing the water in his eyes.

His wrist was suddenly held, and the warm and familiar touch brought him back to his senses in an instant. The momentary stillness was suddenly lifted, and the time in his ears continued to flow.

There was nothing in the corner.

Qing Yan was squatting in front of a child, using spiritual power to penetrate into the child's meridians, temporarily protecting the spiritual root that was not completely damaged.Xu Shi noticed that something was wrong with him, held him with the other hand, and said in a low voice, "All right? You don't need to be brave."

Feeling the indescribable joy and weakness in his chest, Xia Qi squatted down and hugged Qingyan, as if to celebrate, but also as if to absorb warmth.

He thought to himself, the person he is sticking to is really nice, even if he has loved him for many years, there are still moments of constant heartbeat.

Hearing the footsteps outside the door, Xia Qi let go of his hand immediately, but took the opportunity to pull Qing Yan's sleeve and whisper behind his ear: "I'm sick, I need something like last night to comfort me, according to Qing Xianzun , which place is better to choose after we are done with work?"

Qing Yan glanced at a group of children in front of the two who were staring blankly and shivering: "..."

When the footsteps behind him stopped in front of the door, Xia Qi had already treated the child together with his usual expression on his face.

Judging from their injuries, this group of children had been imprisoned for less than a year, and their spirit roots had not suffered any devastating damage.

Yang Huai and Bai Xuan entered the secret realm, and the children were held breathless by the special inscription. If Qingyan didn't bother to find it in time, when the effect of the inscription disappears, the vitality of these children is not as good as the mice around them. Whether it is hunger or disease, they can easily die. Let them die quietly in this dark cellar.

Disciple Cangcheng carried all the children out within a moment.

Chang Yao also came to meet him, and the head of Wen ordered the children to be taken back to Chang Yao for treatment.

The child in Xia Qi's arms was pale and didn't dare to speak. Maybe Xia Qi kept infusing him with spiritual energy to heal his wounds and soothe his meridians. He felt a little comfortable, so he tilted his head and leaned on Xia Qi's shoulder, looking at Xia Qi carefully.

Xia Qi was funny, he fished out a glazed candy from the mustard seed and handed it to him, the child's eyes were instantly attracted, he took it and held it tightly in his hands, thanking him in a hoarse and childlike voice.

Xia Qi was in a good mood, and gave each child in the carriage a glass candy.

The children held colorful and transparent candies, and the panic in their eyes faded a lot, and they all looked at the fresh things in their hands curiously.

As the carriage went away, Xia Qi found that Qing Yan was still looking at him, as if worried.

He stretched out his hand to put Qing Yan's shoulders in a bold manner, and put the air flowing from the gaping sword on his shoulders, and tilted his head fiercely and arrogantly: "Go, next place, the pot will be done!"

He looked like a bandit leader who robbed his house.

Seeing the hand on Qing Yan's shoulder, disciple Cang Cheng gasped, and his eyes on Xia Qi suddenly turned into sympathy for those who were watching the dying.

Xia Qi suddenly remembered that there were still disciples watching around, and just about to withdraw San Dexing's hand, he heard Qing Yan say: "There will be a lantern festival at Qiushui Lake tonight, you didn't see it yesterday, if you have time, you can go and see it."

He was taken aback: "Why is the Lingzhou Lantern Festival not playing anymore? Is it because there is a lot of water and there is no fire hazard that the lights are always on?"

"..." Qing Yan was distracted by his thoughts, and after a pause, he remembered what he wanted to say, "Last night was a celebration, and the Qiushui Lake Lantern Festival was a blessing."

With an extremely indecent posture, Xia Qi sincerely extended an invitation to his Taoist companion: "Then, would Qing Xianzun be willing to go to the Lantern Festival with me? I pray that we will have last night when we are two years old, and this day every year."

Speaking of last night, Qing Yan really raised his eyebrows slightly.

But he didn't wait for the other party's reply, and began to plan without authorization: "Do you think we are rubbing against other people's boats, or are we chasing one from Changyao? Other people's boats are lively, but there are too many people, which spoil the atmosphere... Well, Let me prepare it. At that time, the moon will be on the treetops, beside the autumn water lake, waiting for the beautiful woman to come to the appointment..."

The group of Cangcheng disciples behind them did not maintain their modesty, stretched their necks, and looked at the backs of the two in shock...

What blunt romantic words did that demon hunter just say to their acting head!

What was even more frightening was that, while the demon hunter was buried in his babble, there was an almost conniving smile on the face of the always indifferent and majestic acting head, which they had never seen before.