My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

When Xia Qi exchanged values ​​with Gu Ying, Qing Yan had already taken Cang Cheng's disciples to the neighboring villages, circling among the demons under the bright moonlight.

Considering that the city wall was in danger on duty, he always left a wisp of consciousness on Xia Qi's side. Although he couldn't help him with anything, he could remind him when he sensed a crisis.

Zai Chuan's bright sword light draws the moonlight in the border of Longzhou, while the midnight city wall of Xiaoshan in Zhuzhou has already been invaded by a wave of more than [-] monsters and monsters.

Xia Qi and the three demon hunters on duty settled the matter in less than a moment.Sure enough, the monster beasts in the purification array did not show their souls, and they collapsed immediately with the magic energy.

Xia Qi checked the thumbnails of the formations used in the city wall at the center of the city wall, Qing Yan also took a look, and found a few places where the aura was slightly stagnant.

He drew out the inscriptions that needed to be repaired in his spiritual consciousness, and passed them on, so that Xia Qi could repair and strengthen them.

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, and after the unhappy conversation before the rift, he finally heard Qing Yan's voice again, and hurriedly said: "Ah, the divine sense can still be used like this, it's so convenient... Cough, Bo Lan is so powerful I heard that you set up all the big formations in Xiaoshan... Hey, my Taoist companion is awesome..."

Longzhou.

In the frosty moonlight, the monsters in the village were afraid of sharp swords, and they dared not approach Qingyan, and crouched around them, baring their teeth.

Qing Yan took the initiative to find the past with the sword in hand, the condensed sword edge and the hem of Mo Lan Liujin's clothes lightly brushed against each other from time to time.

He listened to Xia Qi's constant compliments in the sea of ​​consciousness, and there was a bit of deceitfulness in the words that he was looking for without saying anything.

I sighed in my heart.

He didn't blame Xia Qi for not confessing, but he was slightly annoyed at his amnesia for the first time.

The two are separated by thousands of miles, Xiaoshan's line of defense is full of dangers, Xia Qi's meridian is injured, if something happens, how will he protect each other.

Xia Qi boasted embarrassingly for a long time, but there was no response, so he had no choice but to put away his thoughts.He studied the magic circle solemnly for a while, and compared with what Qingyan showed in the sea of ​​knowledge, he began to strengthen the inscription.

The seven envoys of the Demon Hunter all have the authority to access the thumbnails of the magic circle, and modifying the magic circle will affect the overall situation. Back then, when Qing Yan changed the Jindu big circle at the bottom of Qiushui Lake, there were signs of stirring up trouble.

Fortunately, there is no need to modify it now, only some slightly dim inscriptions need to be strengthened.

After almost an hour, the last stroke was finished, and the magic circle in the thumbnail image was no longer stagnant, and it was running smoothly as before.

Xia Qi withdrew from his extreme concentration, only to find that his back was wet.

Longzhou under the moon.

The one after another monsters in the village were quickly wiped out.

Zai Chuan was about to return to its sheath, but Qing Yan's movements were paused, and he turned to look at the slightly larger monster beast that suddenly appeared behind him.

The extremely fast sword light shot out involuntarily, Qing Yan suddenly noticed something, looked at the thick magic flame that was almost like ink, and slowly frowned.

After a while, all the evil troubles have been eliminated.

Qingyan stood among the empty houses, and the disciples around were also silent.

The traces of the inscription on the monster that was sent just now are more obvious, and the monster's demonic power is pure and strong. Loose, but not completely ineffective, it can disperse a lot of evil energy and devil energy.

And that demonic beast, as if it didn't pass through the enchantment barrier of Lingying Mountain, was directly sent out wrapped in a menacing aura.

If monsters and beasts can appear in Yunzhang at will without passing through Shen Xinghai's barrier and Xiaoshan's line of defense, then Yunzhang's evil troubles will be different from before.

Qing Yan's face was rare and dignified. He glanced at the overly bright moon in the sky, and the words on a thin jade tablet in his hand were disappearing rapidly, carrying this news to Chang Rue Wen Yuxie and Xiaoshan Bian Qiuguang.

For a period of time that followed, Qing Yan continued to toss and turn among the evil troubles in Longzhou.

He has always had a ray of spiritual consciousness on Xia Qi's side, so he also had the opportunity to see the environment Xia Qi lived in for five years.

The witcher's residence is in the same area, courtyard next to courtyard.

Each disciple picks a courtyard to live in, and the elders with good relations don't pay attention to them, so they move to one place and live together.

They became Taoist couples and moved together, and some brought their family members to live together.

Xia Qi has a courtyard to himself, and a straight gravel path from the courtyard gate to the house gate divides the courtyard. On one side is a pond with no living things, and on the other side is a half-dead plum tree that is unwilling to bloom——Qing Yan finally understands Xia Qi’s love. Doubts about the complex layout of Lingzhou gardens.

The house has two floors. Books, fruits and vegetables are randomly piled up on the first floor, but there are no kitchen utensils and stoves... It is estimated that they were sent by neighbors and family members, but there is also a bit of scattered life.

On the second floor is the very soft bed that Xia Qi said before, it does look more comfortable than the bed that Xing Huifeng never used.

The ground was covered with thick and soft white blankets, and Xia Qi walked among them, his bare feet covered by white soft fur.

Qingyan also saw Xia Qi's unbelievably careless schedule——

In the days when there were no city walls and patrols, Xia Qi woke up naturally every day, rolled on the blanket, and then read the script upside down day and night.

He didn't even forget to practice swords, but the time was not fixed at all, it seemed that he could just pick a time period from a whim in the middle of the day.

One time Xia Qi woke up when the evening was approaching, and raced against the clock to glance at the storybook next to the pillow, then hurriedly picked up the sword, ran out the door with steamed buns in his mouth, and came back late at night.

Qing Yan even noticed that the other party can practice for three hours a day, not a moment less, but never an extra breath.

If there is nothing important to do, on the way back, I will deliberately go to the medical hall to rub the new little spirit beast, and then go home with the vegetables and fruits respected by the disciples along the way.

Qing Yan was worried that Xia Qi would not have a good life in Xiaoshan, but only realized in the past few days that Xiaoshan was more like a habitat for Xia Qi.

After Xia Qi came back emotionally, he watched the various places in Xiaoshan where he lived for five years, and suddenly there was a sense of belonging and novelty that should be taken for granted.

Going home from the city wall, he saw some fruit trees planted in the small courtyard opposite his house, and they were covered with thick snow. They were full of golden and attractive fruits, and a few overripe fruits were playfully overturned out of the courtyard wall and fell on the ground. in the aisle.

He glanced curiously, and stretched out his hand to remove the snow from the fruit for a closer look, when the door of this small courtyard suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man with a height of eight feet and a strong beard stood by the door. He had a round face and a broad forehead, and he was not angry. He was Yang Feng, one of the seven envoys.There was also an elderly man standing beside him, who should be Yang Feng's family.

The two seemed to be about to go out, and they both looked at Xia Qi who was acting sneaky.

Xia Qi recalled in flashes, that he used to be indifferent by nature, walked alone, didn't like to talk to others, and Yang Feng didn't like him. Will not say hello.

At this time, Yang Feng looked at him as if he wanted to steal his own fruit, and there was a flash of indescribable in his eyes.

Xia Qi: "..."

How should I explain the plums in the melon field?

The old man was kind, he was taken aback for a moment and picked some fruits, and wanted to give them to Xia Qi.

Yang Feng was a little embarrassed. He always felt that Xia Qi was arrogant by nature, and he was afraid that he would start a conflict again, so he quickly stopped the old man and reminded him in a low voice: "Brother, Xia Qishi doesn't like these mundane things..."

Xia Qi hurriedly took the fruit that was overflowing with fragrance: "Thank you, I really like it."

The old man laughed happily, not knowing why his younger brother was awkward with a child.

This is the first time Yang Feng has seen Xia Qi's slightly gentle appearance. He is completely cold and cold, and it is not easy to treat him coldly. He touched his head inexplicably and said: "Then take it..."

The dangers in the defense line of the Xiaoshan city wall increased sharply, the disciples on duty felt obvious pressure, and the casualties were much more serious than before.

The rest is business as usual, the disciple can live a normal life with his family and friends after he is off duty, Xia Qi is in the familiar atmosphere of smoke and fire, and feels a bit at ease even in his busy schedule.

Qing Yan said that he had informed Bian Qiuguang of the information he knew so far, and Xia Qi felt relieved.

Bian Qiuguang went to patrol outside the city wall and has not yet returned. The journey was difficult and dangerous, and it was inconvenient to urge him.

Recently, Qing Yan either went to the devil's troubled place, or was in the middle of the devil's troubled place, it was inconvenient to distract him, Xia Qi rarely bothered him, the two of them hadn't had a good talk for a long time...

I don't know if I'm still angry.

It's just that after the fierce battle, his meridians were painful and it was difficult to fall asleep. Qing Yan seemed to have sensed it, and would recite a meditation mantra to him in his spiritual consciousness to purify the altar, but listening to the cold voice, he missed Qing more and more. Yan, also more and more sober...

Qing Yan had no choice but to stop.

After a while, the other party's voice sounded softly again amidst the drowsiness, saying that Chang Yao had made up the relief medicine, and also made some glazed sugar and lotus cake, and put them in mustard seeds together.

Xia Qi was a little happy when he was about to sleep, but felt that Qingyan's voice from the sea of ​​consciousness sounded close to his ears, reminding him of some nostalgic scenes for no reason, and turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

A few days later, in the early morning, it was snowing and the weather was rare.

Xia Qi, who had been on duty at the city wall all night, returned home, his black cloak was still stained with mottled night frost, and he walked listlessly and fell sleepy.

Suddenly a sword light flew from behind, and the Qingyan in the sea of ​​consciousness froze for an instant. Just as he was about to speak to remind Xia Qi who was walking sluggishly, he saw him block it with his scabbard, drew his sword and took the initiative to do a few tricks with the visitor .

For a moment, the sword energy shook the thick snow, and the snow fluttered like white feathers.

The opponent's swordsmanship is actually a leisurely tour, but it is sophisticated and calm.

If Xiaoyaoyou in Xia Qi's hands is a flying wind, willful and gentle, but in the hands of someone who comes, it is Pengxiang Kunyou, with the momentum of mighty thousands of miles.

The two of them didn't seem to be exchanging ideas to the end, they only wanted to take the other's life directly between the moves, and the black cloak billowed into the snow and fog.

On Xia Qi's face, he was used to it, and there was a touch of numbness of "come again".

After a while, the two separated tacitly, and the disturbed snow fluttered, and it took a while to calm down.

Standing opposite Xia Qi was a middle-aged man with a ferocious scar of a broken eyebrow on the side of his face. He seemed to be unruly, but when he walked and stood, he had the dignity and uprightness left by the military all year round.

This person was Bian Qiuguang who had returned from patrol outside the city wall.

He glanced at Xia Qi, retracted his sword swiftly, and even if he agreed slightly, he didn't show the slightest smile on his face: "The response is good, this experience is not bad."

"good?"

Xia Qi was almost injured by this sneak attack, he really couldn't bear the gift of reunion with Master after a long absence, so he said in a bad mood, "You think I can come back, and I will be an eyesore here, so you want to make up for it?"

Bian Qiuguang disapprovingly bent his knees and sat on the half-person-high steps behind him, without any kindness of the master: "You have already selected the cemetery, so it will save trouble to send you in directly."

Qing Yan in the Sea of ​​Consciousness paused after hearing the words, he knew that the demon hunter would choose a piece of his own from the cemetery, and when he couldn't come back, his companion would find the Shadow Ring and put it in the soul return place he had chosen before his death.

Knowing that Xia Qi has already chosen his own cemetery at this time, he must be ready to leave at any time and never return.

In recent days, the faint worry has deepened a little.

Xia Qi was not happy about it, the banquet was too busy recently, so he thought that the other party didn't pay attention to this place, and immediately started to act virtuously: "It's unlucky, I still have a lot of things that I haven't done with my Taoist companion, how could I just lie down. "

Bian Qiuguang raised his broken eyebrows, as if he noticed that Xia Qi was different this time, he glanced at him hesitantly, and when he was about to speak, Xia Qi thought of something.

Xia Qi looked serious: "The visitors from Shifang Pavilion are not kind, if Xiaoshan needs support, it's better to ask other sects for help."

Bian Qiuguang sneered when he heard the words, his voice was as low as a sword's edge being ground on sand and stones, with a vague sense of murderous coldness: "Your own place, do you expect others to help you guard it? Whether it's Shifang Pavilion or other sects, it can't be done. It's an outsider."

Xia Qi thought it was true, the demon hunter survived in a desperate situation, guarded Xiaoshan for a hundred years, did not ask any force for help, and was still growing against the wind in the devil's troubles.

but……

"The Shifang Pavilion is surrounded to the bottom of Xiaoshan Mountain. They don't do anything in Lingzhou. This may not be out of good intentions."

Coming out of the secret realm, he sent Bian Qiuguang the truth about the destruction of Lingying Mountain a hundred years ago. Bian Qiuguang didn't show any surprise to Xu Shen's evil deeds. think.

Seeing that his master was silent, Xia Qi glanced at him and cleared his throat: "Hey, I have a question... Was the death of the old pavilion master of Shifang Pavilion a hundred years ago related to Xu Shen?"

Hearing this wild speculation involving the internal conflicts of Shifang Pavilion a hundred years ago, Bian Qiuguang raised his eyes to look at him with a cold look.