My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi saw Fu Wanhei on the opposite side with a sullen face, picking and choosing noodles, and didn't want to look up at all.

He also didn't notice that he was caressing the yellow and black spikes secretly.

On the way out of Lingzhou, he took out a bunch of bits and pieces of his own from various mustard seeds and put them into the sword ear mustard seeds with a space as big as a bottomless pit, intending to share them with his Taoist companions for many years.

Until I quietly glanced at Qingyan's belongings...

He gasped, and suddenly felt that his pile of property seemed to be rags picked up.

He didn't want to look directly at the exaggerated gap between the rich and the poor, and was hindered by the evil in Zhuzhou, so he didn't study Jiansui in detail.

At this time, Qing Yan suddenly made a sound, and he realized that the spiritual consciousness of the two could be connected through the mustard seed. Wouldn't it be possible to talk to Qing Yan at any time?

Xia Qi was very happy, he thought that after the two separated, they would not be able to contact each other again.It doesn't matter if you didn't have the emotions and desires in the previous life, but now it's hard to see Qingyan for a few days.

The cloud mirror is the internal communication method of the Cangcheng sect, and it needs to rely on the sword intent, and the shadow ring of the demon hunter can only transmit fixed information between the same sect.

For people who are thousands of miles away, the most convenient means of communication can only rely on words, and it takes a long time to go back and forth.

This Jiansui was able to speak in real time with his spiritual sense, and he once again lamented that Changyao's refinement had reached perfection.

Xia Qi's eyes had lost the plain face, and he circled Jiansui with his fingers with great interest, and asked with his spiritual sense: "Bo Lan, can you see me?"

The familiar divine sense replied: "Yes."

Xia Qi: "Ah, then when I take a bath, isn't it..."

Qing Yan's consciousness paused, and he was about to say that he would not spy on things that are not in accordance with etiquette... But Xia Qi's eyes were not embarrassed, but filled with excitement, as if he was looking forward to such a thing.

He was silent for a moment.

His thoughts were always a little active when it came to Xia Qi, and it immediately led him to think of the other party's back in the dense mist of Linglian Pond in Xinghui Peak, and changing clothes for the sleepy Xia Qi in Changyao.

At that time, he didn't have extra thoughts, but now he was misled by Xia Qiman's teasing words, and he realized that the clear moonlight on his skin was particularly beautiful...

Xia Qi learned that he could see the other party through Jiansui, so he hurriedly extended his consciousness into the mustard seed, probing left and right, and found that Qingyan's consciousness was slowly condensing into something, it seemed to be a familiar figure...

"Bai Lan?"

The figure that hadn't fully formed suddenly dispersed.

He didn't hear Qing Yan speak for a while.

Xia Qi was puzzled, something formed in the sea of ​​consciousness, what was Qing Yan thinking about?

His sea of ​​consciousness couldn't help exploring towards the Qingyan side, but he found that he stopped halfway, unable to move forward in the long and boundless, let alone see through the Qingyan's sword tassel...

In short, cultivation is not enough.

Xia Qi said angrily, "Why are you still discriminatory!"

Qingyan's spiritual sense is powerful and can come and go freely. Hearing this, he said: "The spiritual sense is connected to the spiritual platform, which is the most taboo area for monks to be spied on by others. It is taboo to be penetrated by any spiritual sense."

After hearing this, Xia Qi didn't take it seriously. Qing Yan in the previous life could save him from death, so he could give Qing Yan anything he had: "It doesn't matter, I don't need to set up defenses against Bo Lan." There is a principle, if Qing Yan thinks it is inappropriate, then he will not do it anyway.

He was afraid that he would never be able to come again if Qingyan's spiritual consciousness was withdrawn, so he hurriedly said, "What's more, I have to be separated from you for so long, and I will become ill with my Taoist companion, which will hinder my practice."

Suxuefeng Library.The snow is like broken jade, showing signs of snow and clear sky.

Qing Yan still stood by the window, listening to Xia Qi's dissatisfied murmur——

"Hey, but it's invisible and intangible. There is still a lot of room for improvement in Master Wen's crafting attainments..."

The corners of Qing Yan's lips loosened slightly, and the fingertips behind her back also tapped the back of her hand unconsciously.

The people on Jiansui's side will also miss him.

At this moment, he noticed that the place that was almost something a while ago was slowly being filled.

But faintly feel that it is not enough.

Is this another feeling of love besides plain peace of mind?

One day later, Xia Qi and Fu Wan came to the foot of Xiaoshan Mountain.The two wanted to investigate the situation of the evil along the way, so they didn't have Yujian.

Qing Yan put a ray of consciousness in the mustard seed, so that he could answer Xia Qi from time to time, but Xia Qi knew that Qing Yan, who had just become the head, was very busy and would not bother him if there was nothing to do.

Xiaoshan in Zhuzhou has a towering terrain. A hundred years ago, due to the change of Lingying Mountain, the spiritual veins were disturbed. Xiaoshan is severely cold all year round, with severe snowflakes, and black permafrost where not a single blade of grass grows is exposed in the vast wilderness.

Not suitable for ordinary people to live in.

But many people who took root here did not want to leave their hometown, so they built villages around the foot of Xiaoshan Mountain.Just like other sects protect the people of their respective states, Xiaoshan also dispatched ghost hunters to station here.

Over time, when the demon hunters returned to Xiaoshan after completing their missions, they all got used to going into the villages to escape the wind and snow, ask for a cup of hot wine, and became acquainted with the people.

Demon hunters are feared by demons outside, but in the village they are often hugged by children on their laps, shouting that they want to be witch hunters when they grow up.

It was approaching evening at this time, the wind and snow were fierce, the sky was dark, and the whistling wind in my ear turned into a cold blade, sharp and ruthless.

Xia Qi was shrouded tightly under the black cloak, and walked steadily against the wind and snow.

He suddenly and keenly noticed some noise in the wind, raised his head and looked at Fu Wan who was also aware of it.

Xia Qi silently landed on the treetop where the sound came from, and glanced down, without a moment's delay, the sword light hit the black rock below very quickly.

The dark red figure who was busy behind the rock hurriedly dodged and rolled into the snow beside him.

The paws of a pawned snow wolf were pressing down on a small body, with its head raised and its teeth bared, but Fu Wan's knife was stuck in its throat, and it fell to the ground.

Under the light of the sword, the huge black rock swayed with a bang, and rushed away, and the dark red figure hurriedly dodged out of the range.

Xia Qi was already standing aside with the skinny child in his arms, noticing that the child was breathing weakly from the cold, he hurriedly took off the black cloak and wrapped the child tightly.

He was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the clothes of the little girl in his arms had been unbuttoned halfway. If they hadn't come over in time, he could imagine what would have happened afterwards.

The disciple of the Shifang Pavilion in the dark red robe in the distance was not in a hurry to leave, and his own beast was killed, obviously unable to swallow this breath.

He picked up the longevity lock in his hand with his thumb, and a small piece of blue spirit stone rolled down into his palm, and threw the longevity lock on the snow.

"It's unlucky, the demon hunter is in a hurry? Do you have to get involved in everything?"

Xia Qi licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and his voice was without warmth: "Shifang Pavilion does have a way of taming animals."

The man's face darkened, but he suddenly found the rings in the hands of the two that showed the identity of the Seven Envoys, a trace of fear flashed across their faces, and they still dared not come over.

Fu Wan never liked looking at dirty things, so she took the little girl from Xia Qi's hands with obvious intentions.

Xia Qi looked indifferent, and slowly drew the Gap Sword.

A village on the border of Longzhou.The golden crow sinks to the west, and the afterglow will disperse.

This is the area where the disciples of Cang Li are stationed for protection. There is obviously a magic circle around it, but in recent days, monsters have appeared out of thin air to hurt people.

During the daytime today, the disciples of Cang Li searched around and found many traces of demon energy, but no trace of monsters.

Qing Yan stood in the shadow of the house, waiting for the night to fall. A piece of dark blue clothes outside the shadow seemed to flow through fine stars.

He lowered his eyes, his consciousness covered the magic circle outside the village, and the strand left in the mustard seed of the sword ear happened to watch what Xia Qi was going through.

Feeling Xia Qi's sea of ​​consciousness swaying slightly due to the fight, he noticed that Xia Qi's face was cold, but his heart was simmering with anger, and his sword moves were more ruthless than wind and frost.

Like a lazy and sleepy leopard that suddenly showed its sharp claws and fangs, it was agile and murderous every step of the way.

When he was beside him, he looked like a cat rolling on his feet, with its belly turned up, softly meowing and begging to pinch its pads...

In the next breath, he seemed to sense something, his scattered thoughts stopped, and he raised his head silently from the darkness.

Tranquility Moonlight was finally able to fall into his eyes.

The door of a house creaked open, and an old woman staggered out, looking anxiously at the end of the road, as if waiting for her family to come back.

In the box by the door, a pair of scarlet vertical pupils suddenly opened, spit out a letter wrapped in black air, and slowly swam out...

The old woman didn't realize it, she coughed and wanted to hold on to the box by the door——

At this moment, a very bright sword light flashed beside her, and the box shattered in response. She was dazzled by fright, and saw black mist coming out of the box.

As soon as his feet went limp, he fell back, but was held firmly.

She recognized that the person who broke the box was the silver-clothed fairy elders. The fairy elders protected the village from the evil, and it seemed that they were also trying to save her.

Before she could speak, she saw the elder bowed respectfully to her, turned and left.

She was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that the immortal chief worshiped the person behind her.

The soot-stained hand was supporting the arm of the person behind her. Seeing that the extremely luxurious dark blue cloth was smeared, she hurriedly turned her head, but the other person didn't care, and just helped her to the side of the bed.

She looked at it by the thin candlelight, and was momentarily stunned——

The fairy elders stationed in the village are all good-looking, but this person is so handsome that he is not like ordinary people.

Qing Yan glanced at the deep night outside the door.

His spiritual consciousness covered the village magic circle, and he noticed that multiple monsters appeared at the same time at the same time.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the traces of the spells that he had just noticed were quickly drawn. Under the devilish energy, there were indeed traces of the inscriptions of the magic circle.

Looking closely at the brushwork, it is still somewhat similar to what was recorded in the forbidden book.

After the evil disaster in Lingzhou, the hands of the people who arranged the layout really stretched out elsewhere.

While meditating, Qing Yan's fingers moved slightly, and all the demonic energy left on the old woman's body was dispelled, and the stove suddenly burst into flames, starting to warm the medicine pot.

After a while, hurried footsteps came from the door, and Qing Yan's figure disappeared into the room.

The girl who was in a hurry to return home opened the door and walked in. When she saw the medicine on the stove, she was taken aback, but without thinking about it, she quickly poured out the medicine that was just warm and gave it to her mother.

In the fierce snowstorm at the foot of Xiaoshan Mountain.

Xia Qi's eyelashes were covered with thin white snow, and the sword's edge touched the chest of the Shifang Pavilion disciple.

The other party seemed to be nostalgic for the world anymore, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and sneered with his neck stuck: "Don't be ignorant, Shifang Pavilion is here to help Xiaoshan this time, if you kill me, you won't be able to resolve any grievances, it will only intensify Contradictions and demons are at hand, let's all die together!"

Xia Qi didn't show it on the face, but he was stunned in his heart. He knew all these words, but he couldn't understand why they were connected together.

What is Shifang Pavilion aiding Xiaoshan?

Is this person crazy or Shifang Pavilion crazy?

Xia Qi was unmoved, he had already lost his patience.

Xiaoshan and Shifang Pavilion have always kept the water in the well and the river, and the failure to kill Liu Shi in Lingzhou has made him grievous to this day. Now that he bumped into an evil disciple in the wilderness, is there any reason not to kill him directly?

"It can't solve the grievances, but it can solve you."

The edge of the sword sank into his chest, and the veins in Xia Qi's hand with the dark red sleeve bulged out, struggling continuously, and finally fell powerlessly.

The white snow under his feet was completely covered by the bright red, and he moved his toes to avoid it calmly.

Xia Qi glanced at the little girl who had woken up, bent down and picked up the Longevity Lock, wiped off the stains on it, took out a blue spirit and inserted it into the empty spirit stone hole before putting it back into the child's arms.

"What's the matter with Shifang Pavilion's assistance?"

Fu Wan looked at his movements for a moment, then smiled and replied: "I came out again after I didn't return to Xiaoshan. I heard from other brothers that the situation of Xiaoshan's defense line is not optimistic. Shifang Pavilion is worried that Xiaoshan's defense line will collapse. It directly endangers Nan Feng, so I want to temporarily put aside my grievances and come to the sect master to shake hands and talk."

Xia Qi was silent, although it was plausible, but looking at the behavior of the Shifang Pavilion disciple just now, it was really not like: "Nanfeng is not plagued by evil spirits? It's so idle..."

Fu Wan: "Nanfeng's evil troubles can still be dealt with, but if the edge of Xiaoshan collapses, Shifang Pavilion will have no way to recover."

Fu Wan glanced at the child in her arms thoughtfully: "It's a child from the village at the foot of the mountain, she is..."

Xia Qi saw the child's fluffy ears protruding from weakness: "Runzi..."

It's a demon cultivator.

No wonder the disciples of the Shifang Pavilion dared to attack her. After all, the Shifang Pavilion knew that the people protected by Xiaoshan could not touch her, but the demon cultivators were ordered by the pavilion master to be exterminated.

Fu Wan made a rough calculation of the child's life, and frowned: "It's not a result of cultivation, but a child of a combination of a mortal and a demon cultivator. Her parents are already dead...I'm afraid she can't stay in the village anymore."

The people in the village don't hate demon cultivators and spirit beasts, but after being harassed by demonic beasts for a long time, they are always afraid of things that have anything to do with demons.If she was sent back, no one would dare to look after her.

Xia Qi looked at the child who was breathing lightly, and sighed: "Take it back to Xiaoshan, it's not the first time."