My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi stood three steps away from Bian Qiuguang, twirling the Gap Sword with his hands behind his back, looking straight at the other side's cold eyes like a blade without fear.

In fact, his figure has been adjusted so calmly that he can jump back in an instant, ready to run away before Bian Qiuguang draws his sword at any time, and he has experienced many battles in this regard.

On the face is calm and calm.

"The head of the side door once said that he and Xu Shen are sworn enemies. I thought that Xiaoshan is indeed not as rich as Shifang Pavilion, and the head of the door even withheld my monthly payment, but he didn't treat money like his life to quarrel with the same door. Turn over."

Under Bian Qiuguang's cold gaze, he rubbed a small stone with his toes, "Although I don't know why the sect master betrayed the Shifang Pavilion and why he stayed in Xiaoshan, a dangerous place, to clean up the mess for Xu Shen, but At that time, he didn’t choose to rob houses, which proves that the sect master wouldn’t be interested in Xu Shen’s stolen money.”

Bian Qiuguang raised his hand to the scabbard, Xia Qi stood up instantly, but saw that the other party was just brushing the snow off the scabbard, and gave him a half-smile.

Xia Qi: "..." He's about a hundred years old!childish!

Bian Qiuguang's eyes became far away, and he narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "The revenge of killing the master."

Xia Qi's pupils shrank.

These four words fell into his ears like thunder, and he couldn't think for a while.

He subconsciously spoke in the sea of ​​consciousness: "...Bai Lan..."

The other side seemed to be unable to recover for a long time, and only responded after a while, indicating that they were listening.

It is rumored that a hundred years ago, the old pavilion master Yueluo of the Shifang Pavilion was injured by a demon, and then fell due to a demon. His apprentice Xu Shen firmly believed that the demon was related to the demonic beast back then, and immediately took people to Lingying Mountain after the old pavilion master fell.

And Xia Qi learned in Shen Xinghai that Xu Shen's reason for coming to ask for an explanation was false, so he guessed that there might be clues to the old pavilion master's demise.

But he didn't expect Xu Shen to do such a thing of deceiving his master and exterminating his ancestors.

And Qiu Guang didn't shy away from him.

Now that Bian Qiuguang had started talking, he simply told Xia Qi the whole story: "Back then, Master really had a heart demon robbery. Xu Shen deliberately asked me to hunt down evil cultivators and leave Nanfeng. By the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late. The brothers who were sad and angry went to Lingying Mountain, and when I came back, I went to intercept and fight, and decided to break up with Xu Shen on the spot. You know what happened after that."

Xia Qi didn't expect that the grievance between Xiaoshan and the current Shifang Pavilion is not only mutual dislike, but also the deep blood enmity between the two masters.

He thought of Xu Shen's taking away all the treasures of heaven and earth in Lingying Mountain, and felt that Bian Qiuguang was a little talkative at the moment, so he asked curiously: "Is the sect master not at all interested in the treasures of Lingying Mountain?"

Bian Qiuguang's expression was indifferent: "In front of treasure, who can not be tempted. The killing of the weak is also normal, anyway, there are no good people on Xiaoshan Mountain." He paused for a while, and Xia Qi had never seen it in his eyes. Profound and serious, "The strong may not understand the difficulties of others' survival, but they have no respect for living beings, and even ignore life. They cannot be called human beings, and they cannot associate with them."

Xia Qi was stunned. The battle of Lingying Mountain lasted for seven days. The demon spirits all over the mountain were massacred under the fangs and claws of Shifang Pavilion who came prepared. The souls of the dead who refused to return in Shen Xinghai.

He was a little surprised that the head of the Demon Hunter Sect said such words, but he felt that it was reasonable, and he couldn't help feeling a little respectful.

At the same time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, so to speak, under the deep hatred——

"Then Xiaoshan and Shifang Pavilion not only have nothing to talk about, but after the evil troubles are over, they have to take the pot away."

Bian Qiuguang glanced at him, seeming to be amused when he said this as easily as eating and sleeping: "Well, I will leave it to you to end the evil trouble and take over the Shifang Pavilion."

Xia Qi held his breath and wanted to vomit back, but also realized that the two things he said were extremely difficult no matter which one, he must not even dare to boast about Qingyan.

And now the door is blocked by Shifang Pavilion.

Seeing Gu Ying approaching not far away, Bian Qiuguang no longer saw Xia Qi in his eyes, and said: "I have a sense of proportion in the matter of Shifang Pavilion."

Although his own master was so harsh to him that he was almost abused, as the master of the sect, he was the centering spell of the entire Xiaoshan.

Xia Qi felt a little relieved.

He suddenly thought of something, and stopped Bian Qiuguang's way: "Wait a minute, return my monthly payment for the past five years."

Bian Qiuguang glanced at him: "You live and eat in Xiaoshan, what do you use the money for?"

In the past, Xia Qi didn't have any desire for anything, and he didn't care about the monthly payment when he had food and clothing. A few days ago, he asked his brothers about the monthly payment for a demon hunter, only to realize how much he had lost.

He still has to work hard to narrow the gap between rich and poor with Qing Yan.

Xia Qiyi spoke sternly: "I want to start a family and start a career, I can't wrong my Taoist companion."

From the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, a doubtful "Huh?" seemed a little confused by his words.

Bian Qiuguang took a good rest, as if the person who said "money is something outside of him" was not him: "You let him enter Xiaoshan, and I will return it to you."

Xia Qixin could have figured it out, unless Xiaoshan was so powerful that Shang Cangchen could snatch the head back, he just said: "...he is inconvenient."

Bian Qiuguang sneered slightly: "The other party is not the founder of a school or the leader of a school, so why is it inconvenient to change schools?"

Xia Qi: "..." My Taoist companion really is.

He watched the calm figure leave, his fist hardened, but he couldn't hit it.

The real gold and silver of the five-year monthly payment was lost in his hands, and the sound was so clear and heartbreaking.

At night, the snowy night is just beginning, and the starry night is endless.

Xia Qi was lying on the bed, flipping through the storybook.

It is also rare that Qing Yan is not in the midst of evil troubles, so Xia Qi shows the story to Qing Yan simultaneously in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When he was fascinated by the part of "Qing Tingyun traveled as a young man and met a beautiful female nun", he suddenly found that Qing Yan's spiritual consciousness had retreated away, as if every word was disturbing Cang Cheng's rules and regulations.

"..." Xia Qi couldn't help muttering that Qing Xianzun was ignorant, "I haven't read the story about my two affair together..."

Qing Yan's spiritual consciousness returned, her voice was always calm, as if she had never thought of anything else: "...What story?"

Xia Qi: "..."

It was rare for his Taoist companion to be interested, so he groped for a collection of scriptures, took out one at random, opened it, and saw a line of words fall into his eyes, and then poured into the sea of ​​consciousness——

Years of lovesickness turned into boundless hatred after the reunion, but it also made people love and lust.

Xia Qi closed the book with a snap, covered his face with the lucky book he had drawn, and pretended to be dead.

There was an eerie silence in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

This story is about the Heihuaqingxianzun locking up the Taoist couple who reunited after a long absence. The whole story is a plot that can only be read under the quilt.

Who would have thought that it was such a coincidence that I picked out a random book and it was this book...

But after he entered it for a while, he actually felt that...it's not bad...

After a moment of Qing Yan, he spoke slowly, with a very complicated tone: "This is what you usually read..."

Xia Qi remained motionless, his ears were reddish, and his voice showed no emotion, "...Shh, don't ask, corpses can't talk."

Qingyan: "..."

In the next breath, there was a sudden sound of smashing the window, Xia Qi got up and saw that it was a piece of hard ice the size of a fist.

He picked up the ice cube, went to the window without looking at it, and smashed it directly: "How old is Fu Liushi, and he still can't quit this childish behavior, what is the shadow ring for?"

Fu Wan outside the yard flashed lightly, and the hard ice mixed with anger made a hole at his feet, but he didn't care: "Xia Xiaoqi, there will be a group of demons attacking the city wall in half an hour. people to support, you come quickly."

After finishing speaking, he smiled mysteriously at him, and walked away with a knife in his hand.

As soon as Xia Qi saw that secret smile, he knew that one of the witcher games was about to start.

He immediately went back to the house to put on his shoes, thumped downstairs, swept a pile of melon and fruit wine jars into the mustard seeds, and said happily to the Qingyan who was watching in the sea of ​​knowledge: "Come on, Bo Lan, I will take you to participate in the best event in our Xiaoshan Mountain." play party."

Forget the script that exposed his eccentricity!

Xia Qi went out in a good mood. Tonight, the rare starry night covered the wilderness. He stepped on the white and soft snow, hummed a little song, and asked Qing Yan to order songs at will.

Walking past the martial arts field, a sword light flew towards him, his eyes didn't move, he dodged away lightly, without a trace of hesitation in his steps.

There were so many traces of sword energy and spells that didn't fly around in the martial arts field. People who passed by were used to it, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

In the next breath, that Jian Guang entangled him again, with a little anger of being ignored.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong, and looked sideways.

A man about his age had a grim complexion and was pointing at him with a sword impartially. His gloomy eyes were faintly golden under the moonlight, but upon closer inspection they were still vertical pupils.

The man said coldly: "Draw out the sword."

This person is Zhou Lin, the half-blood demon cultivator who was rescued by Bian Qiuguang 20 years ago.

Two disciples hurriedly ran over from behind Zhou Lin, and when they saw Xia Qi, they raised their swords and bowed: "Little Martial Uncle."

Xia Qi didn't look at Zhou Lin, but looked at the two disciples with a smile: "It's so late, I'm still practicing, let's go back and rest earlier."

After speaking, he turned and continued walking.

Jian Guang seemed to have made up his mind not to let him go, and blocked his way.

Xia Qi was neither angry nor angry, walking while dodging the sword light as if playing, his face was loose and boring.

I don't know what's going on with this kid Zhou Lin, I used to talk to him a lot, but he didn't have much patience, so I didn't bother to talk to him.

This person is not in good health, and since the demon hunter sparred with each other, the other demon hunter brothers gave way to him, and the sect master also treated him preferentially for no reason, not arranging dangerous missions for him, and not allowing him to go to the city wall to be on duty.

Without encountering a strong opponent, over time, I have the illusion that "I am really capable".

This delusion completely turned into a madman when Xia Qi became the only apprentice of the sect master Bian Qiuguang.

Zhou Lin's face was as cruel as being humiliated, and several talisman papers suddenly flew out, forming a prison under Xia Qi's feet, and the sword light was on top of Xia Qi's head in an instant.

In the competition, winning with the weapon in hand is shameless, but he didn't seem to care so much, he just wanted to make the relaxed look on Xia Qi's face disappear.

Xia Qi glanced at the ordinary magic circle under his feet, thinking that he was not in vain by Qing Yan's side, he didn't know the complicated magic circle, so it's not easy?

The scabbard shattered the eyes of the magic circle with a single lift, and the leaked aura set off a gust of wind.

Xia Qi didn't move at all, but rushed Zhou Lin back.

The two disciples hurriedly supported Zhou Lin, and reluctantly persuaded: "Junior Brother, don't bother Junior Martial Uncle, let's practice with you..."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lin suddenly went crazy, and caught off guard, he swung his sword and slashed at the two people who were not defending him. The blade of the sword instantly burst into blood on a disciple's shoulder.

Another inch is the artery.

The wind brought the smell of blood over, and the sloppy smile on Xia Qi's face slowly faded away.

Zhou Lin showed no signs of guilt, he yelled "What are you guys?" and was about to swing his sword fiercely, but he saw a figure flickering in front of him, and a hand was mercilessly stuck on his neck, killing him in an instant. His breathing stopped with anger.

His eyeballs were about to come out of his sockets, and he looked down at the white and elegant hand, but at this moment it was like iron tongs.

He was too scared to raise his eyes.

The sword fell limply to the ground.

The two disciples knelt down on the ground with pale faces. They had heard that Xia Qishi was arrogant and indifferent. Now that they saw him, they felt even more ruthless. , as a younger brother.

"Master Uncle, Junior Brother is just a moment of carelessness, and we will get hurt when we spar on weekdays..."

"Junior brother has no bad intentions, he has been supporting us all the time, but he was just careless at this time..."

Yuehua melted into frost in Xia Qi's eyes. He looked at the blue-black Zhou Lin, with a trace of interest on his lips, and replied to the two disciples: "Mutual support is only about equal strength. You two feel that my master A nephew?"

But his eyes were fixed on Zhou Lin without blinking.

Seeing that Zhou Lin's gaze was distracted, the disciple hurriedly grabbed Xia Qi by the hem of his clothes: "Little Martial Uncle! I am willing to be punished for Junior Brother!"

Xia Qi glanced at them and said calmly: "What you two are excited about has nothing to do with you."

In the next breath, Zhou Lin, who was on the verge of death, only felt his neck loosen and his feet fell to the ground.He staggered, looked at Xia Qi in horror, and subconsciously stepped back, but Xia Qi held his shoulder with one hand, unable to move.

Xia Qi withdrew his cold face, straightened his collar with concern, as if he wasn't the one who wanted to put someone to death just now.

He only listened to his gentle instructions: "As the uncle, I want to warn the younger generation, when you are free, pray that Xiaoshan will always protect you, otherwise the brothers let you go, and the enemies outside will not."

"Oh, and," he added kindly and softly, "Except for the sparring, and then attack the same sect, no matter whether it is intentional or not, whichever hand uses the sword, I will cut off your hand."

The fear that went deep into the bone marrow turned into an invisible hand, holding all Zhou Lin's words in his throat, making him still unable to break free.

In the subconscious trembling of his body, he realized that the person in front of him was an evil spirit that could not be restrained by any rules. Even if Bian Qiuguang stood in front of him, the person could still take his life regardless.