My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

In the morning at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the morning dew melts on the Xingluo Mountains, the birds singing in the empty mountains, and the lush greenery is layered on top of each other.

On the other hand, the Cangsu Snow Peak above the group of peaks is extremely cold all the year round, with heavy snow falling like fluff, and piles of broken jade.

Suxue Peak is adjacent to the main peak, and there are Zangshu Pavilion, Secret Realm, and ancestral halls. The ancient buildings standing for thousands of years are covered with thick snow, adding a sense of silence and solemnity.

Qing Shiyu didn't use spells to block the drifting snow, and walked alone in the boundless sky with an umbrella, leaving a string of neat footprints in the soft, pure white.

Walking to Zangshu Pavilion, he looked up at the eighth floor. As expected, the window paper there was glazed with warm light by the candlelight, which must have remained on all night.

The Cangcheng Library Pavilion rises from the ground with nine floors. Looking up from the outside, it is already majestic and towering. When you step into it, you will know that each floor uses magic circles to expand the space.

Each floor of the attic is open and spacious, and the boundaries cannot be measured with the naked eye. The vast rows of classics extend to the roof, turning into a towering jungle of books.

Borrowing disciples only need to touch the inscriptions on the bookshelves with their hands, and they can find the books that their spiritual consciousness has read.

Above the fifth floor, you need to hold the handbook of each peak master to enter.

From the eighth floor up, there is a forbidden book area that is guarded by layers of magic circles, and non-heads and three venerables are not allowed to set foot in it.

Qing Shiyu walked in the silent eighth-floor attic, and the bookshelves around him were locked by a series of restraining circles. Usually there is no sign of it, but a slight touch will hurt the soul in an instant.

After a while, he found the source of the candlelight near the window.

The man in dark blue robes was sitting in front of the desk, his sharp and handsome face was not even half warmed by the glazed candlelight.

He raised his eyes and saw Qing Shiyu, his quiet eyes were like the endless silence of the night, and there was no surprise in it.Realizing that it was dawn, he reached out and touched the inscription on the edge of the table, and the lamp dimmed.

Qing Shiyu sighed softly: "Brother, Tingyun has already gone to the Longzhou stronghold, and I am ready."

After the succession ceremony of the head of the sect, my senior brother has been traveling between Suxuefeng Library Pavilion and Qiongying Main Peak Conference Hall, and has not returned to Xinghuifeng, where he lives for half a month.

Although monks don't need to sleep to restore their energy, and Su Xuefeng has a place to rest and settle down, but according to my preference, the outside is not as comfortable as the place I am used to.

The paper with the pattern of the magic circle was neatly and orderly spread over the entire table, Qing Yan nodded and closed the classics in his hand.

"Thank you, I'll be leaving tomorrow."

After returning from Lingzhou, he drew the inscription circle in the soul-locking bell, Yang Huai's space circle...and all the magic circles that appeared in Lingzhou's evil troubles.Then I looked through all the magic circle classics hidden by Cang Li, even the forbidden books to analyze, and faintly noticed that the strokes in several places were connected, which was similar to the teleportation magic circle in a fragment of an ancient classic.

However, the traces revealed in the magic circle are too few to make a more detailed and effective comparison.

Recently, a monk stationed village on the border of Longzhou was attacked by a monster that appeared out of thin air. He planned to check it himself, and maybe he could find similar traces of the magic circle.

When Qing Shiyu saw the intricate golden fine lines on Qingyan's ink blue robe secretly flowing with his movements, he suddenly noticed that the ink blue on his senior brother and that on his master were two different feelings.

Ink blue and gold are the colors of the robes of Cangcheng's past dynasties. On the master's body, it is romantic and luxurious, but on the senior man's body, it is unreasonably cold and solemn.

He sat across from the desk and wanted to persuade him, even though the evil was urgent, it was too depressing for the senior brother to live without clothes.But a few days ago, the master closed his retreat and announced the holding of the head succession ceremony...

The whole Cangcheng knew that sooner or later Qing Yan, acting as the head of the sect, would formally take over Cangcheng, and Qingyan becoming the head of the sect would bring no less peace of mind to the whole Cangcheng than Yiheng.

But Yiheng always retreated, and he didn't show up after the succession ceremony. The injury that had been adjusted for a hundred years may not get better, which made Cang Li even more worried.

Now that the devil is in danger, no disciple can stop for a moment, let alone a Qingyan banquet.

Qing Shiyu could only silently nod his head: "Well, I will stay in Cangcheng and keep an eye on the movements of all parties. There is one more thing," he said solemnly, "Early this morning, most of the disciples of Shifang Pavilion left Nanfeng , led by Pavilion Master's apprentice Liu Shi, headed for Zhuzhou, with unknown intentions."

Qing Yan frowned slightly.

Zhuzhou, that is where Xiaoshan is located.

Qing Shiyu is not like Qing Tingyun who loves to gossip, and leaves when there is nothing more important to do.

Before he left, he asked Qing Yan to take a rest for a while, and contact Xia Qiduo to relax.

Qing Yan left the desk and looked at the vastness of the sky by the window.

He and Xia Qi parted ways in Lingzhou, and Xia Qi said that he would come to him when the evil in Xiaoshan eased up.But the two of them also knew that the people behind the change in Lingzhou were still there, and the evil was too much to take care of, and the situation might not get better in the future.

With Xiaoshan as the line of defense, the demons are tense, Xia Qi must have a lot of things to do, just like when he returned to Cangcheng, he was too busy to rest for a while.

Even though he didn't have time to think about other things, he vaguely felt that even though he didn't get along with Xia Qi for a long time, after returning to Cangcheng, the life he had been accustomed to for a hundred years seemed to be missing something.

When he was in Lingzhou, Xia Qi's existence made him feel comfortable and at ease. He thought that the love between Taoist couples was like this.

However, just after leaving Lingzhou, Xia Qi's related affairs are always fleeting. When the restraint is a little loose, he emerges from the sea of ​​consciousness for a while, very much like the character of the other party's jumping, shaking so much that the inscription on the magic circle in his hand can't enter for a while. Consciousness sea.

What I have been focusing on all my life can't replace that shadow at some point.

At a loss, and can not be relieved.

Qing Yan thought about this, and drooped his eyes to caress the silver and blue tassels on Zaichuan.

He remembered that when Wen Yuxie handed him the sword tassels, he said that the pair of sword tassels could not only store things, but also that the wearer could communicate with them even if they were thousands of miles away.

He thought for a while, and tried to inject his consciousness into Jiansui.

After a short breath, another person's aura was detected in the mustard seeds.

His consciousness paused for a moment, and he chased after the spiritual energy. Suddenly, as if the clouds were clearing the moon, a hazy sound came, and in the next breath, he heard a clear and familiar voice.

The tone of the voice was shocked and angry, and he said—

"What?! So expensive? Why don't you grab it?"

The slight nervousness in Qing Yan's heart froze: "..."

After a few breaths, he found that the surprise brought by Jiansui was not only that, the deeper his spiritual consciousness penetrated to the other side, he was able to pass through the mustard's hook all the way unimpeded.

All of a sudden, his consciousness spread out from Xia Qi's black and yellow sword tassels, although there were only a few strands, he could see the scene Xia Qi was in at this time.

It was a resting inn.

Xia Qi had already put on the new clothes he gave him, and was wearing a black cloak. Right now, he was frowning solemnly, looking at... a menu in his hand.

Fu Wan on the opposite side covered his eyes in all directions with his forehead: "...From now on, I will take away the black cloak when I enter the store, okay? Does Xiaoshan have any grudges against you? Let's save the demon hunter some face."

Qingyan: "..."

Xia Qi obviously hadn't eaten all day, but now he looked at the menu in his hand and felt a toothache.

Half a month ago, he returned to Xiaoshan and entered the border of Zhuzhou. He met Fu Wan who was driving and slaughtering the monsters that crossed the rift valley and tried to invade Xiaoshan. Let's get rid of evil together.

We just went back to Xiaoshan together today.

Xia Qi glanced at Qiqi Ai, the waiter with a stiff smile, if he hadn't been afraid of their black cloaks, he would have thrown such poor customers out of the shop without a doubt.

Reluctantly, he took out a few coins from the bag, and he traced the small words in the corner of the menu: "Two bowls of plain noodles."

Fu Wan: "..."

Xia Qi glanced at the person across the way who made no secret of his disgust, and sneered, "Return the bowl of money to me when you get back."

Fu Wan had never seen such a searcher before, so she was shocked for a moment: "What about you, your big bag, I don't think there will be less money, right?"

The bag given by Qingyan has an inscription that hides the spiritual energy, and others will not notice that the spiritual stone in it can be exchanged for a small town. Since he carried it on his body, he even walked a lot more arrogantly.

But he is used to being poor, and when he spends money, he still thinks about it and thinks about it, and he is restrained. Hearing Fu Wan's words at this time, he replied rather harshly: "Money and money can't make small money together, so spend a little less."

Fu Wan's face turned dark.

Qing Yan finally couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't keep silent.

He opened his mouth and said, "...the mustard seed contains all my belongings. If you don't have enough, you don't have to spend it so...pretty."

Hearing the voice of thinking day and night, Xia Qi raised his head in joy, and subconsciously looked around, only to find that the voice of Qingyan came from his sea of ​​consciousness...

He glanced at Jiansui hesitantly, and suddenly realized.

His smile froze, and his cheeks suddenly turned dry-so, this poor look was actually seen by his Taoist companion?

Cangcheng is a great sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. Even now that the world is in short supply of spiritual materials, his family is so rich that he has never let his disciples live in a shortage...

It's too ugly... Xia Qi wiped his face.

Determined to restore his image, he boldly waved his hand and called the shop waiter, and said generously, "Two more eggs!"

Fu Wan: "..."

He didn't want to talk to the person across from him anymore, and even wanted to leave with his face in his face.

Qingyan: "..."

He decided to give up persuasion.

This scene actually caused Qing Yan's sea of ​​consciousness to be slightly stirred somewhere.

He suddenly remembered that Xia Qi was also very generous sometimes——

The first gift Xia Qi gave him was all his belongings.

At that time Xia Qi didn't know his identity, but he was a little confused when he happened to talk to him about Cangcheng's disciple's moon offering blue spirit stone.

As the most basic currency, blue spirit circulates among monks, but in Cangcheng, not every disciple can receive it.For example, foreign disciples who have just started or have a good skill can only receive azure stones that do not have much aura and can only be used for cultivation.

Xia Qi seemed to feel that such a topic would embarrass him as an outer disciple, so he hurriedly ended the topic.

The next day, a small box was given to him.

The box contained all the spiritual stone monthly offerings that Xia Qi received after coming to Cangcheng, a total of nine blue spiritual stones.

Xia Qi didn't pass the general election of Cang Cheng's disciples. Qing Tingyun saw that he was talented and intelligent, so he asked him to attend classes other than spiritual practice with his disciples. He also often helped his master sort out the books, so he would receive monthly spiritual offerings from ordinary disciples every month. stone.

Xia Qi didn't use it himself, but he kept it carefully, and took it out to look at it from time to time. The blue stone full of spiritual power was clear and beautiful, warm to the touch.

Qing Yan looked at the small gift box and was silent for a while. To him at that time, receiving the Lingshi monthly payment was more than 80 years ago.

Now as long as the account is clear, all the resources of Cang Li are at the disposal of him as the acting head.

However, unlike Cangcheng's belongings and his own private belongings, the small box in his hand was given to him by someone he likes, and with the other person's wishes, it belongs to him completely.

With his fingertips, he carefully touched the radiant and moist round spirit stones. Because of the other party's cherishment and unreserved gift, he felt that the small box was extremely precious.

He accepted the other party's intention with a smile: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Xia Qi was a little embarrassed at that time, turned his eyes away, and his ears were red: "Thank you, I will give you better ones in the future."

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sorry!10 minutes late! [Slip and kneel to apologize otz]