My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

The three people who were caught on the spot were silent for a while, the thin-skinned Nian Nian lowered his head impatiently, Fu Wan coughed lightly, and poured Bian Qiuguang a glass of wine bravely.

Bian Qiuguang remained expressionless, his eyes swept over a pile of drinks and food and the three people sitting on the floor, and then fell on Yinxueniang, which was about to bottom out.

The atmosphere fell into dead silence for a while, only the sound of swords colliding not far away.

He glanced over and saw that the two people who were fighting in private froze.

Bian Qiuguang sat down next to Gu Ying in silence, and before he could speak, Gu Ying, who was a little unconscious from drinking, suddenly swooped over and strangled his neck with his arms, very dissatisfied: "Old Bian, you actually Do not suppress your apprentice!"

Bian Qiuguang's majesty finally did not hold back, the seriousness between his brows relaxed, and he had no choice but to pull him down: "He can't beat him, and he is destined to lose."

Gu Ying shook her head and shook her head: "Not necessarily, you still remember the battle with Xia Xiaoqi when the seventh envoy was vacated a year ago? This kid actually stood at the end..."

The original Xiaoshan Seven Envoys were the seven brothers who followed Bian Qiuguang and retreated to Xiaoshan. Later, they established a sect and simply took the Seven Envoys as positions.

As long as one of the seven envoys dies in battle, his apprentice will take over the shadow ring and become the next seven envoys, but anyone can invite the apprentice to fight, and if they win, the shadow ring will change hands.

On the city wall not far away, Xia Qi, who was fighting, had sharp eyes and ears, and when he heard Gu Ying mentioning that battle, he couldn't help but smile in his heart.

In fact, it's not that he is competitive, he didn't have these extra emotions in the past.

Five years ago, Bian Qiuguang rescued him from Xiexiu. He used heretical methods to supplement his vitality with spiritual stones, and forcefully urged the destroyed meridians and spiritual roots to be rebuilt. He was in pain as if he fell into the underworld. He was dragged back to the human world again.

Lost consciousness, trembling soul, more painful than death.

In the days to come, if he could not digest the large amount of spiritual energy poured into his meridians as soon as possible, his meridians would burst and he would die. However, excessive fighting would make the already damaged meridians painful.

It is painful to advance and retreat, and the latter can keep him alive temporarily.

So for five years, he desperately relied on cultivation to digest the aura accumulated in his meridians.

All the demon hunters in Xiaoshan were fierce, but he was the only one who was as desperate as he was for his life.Naturally, the improvement of cultivation base is also fast.

But if it's just an ordinary disciple, the place and time to display it are limited, and you can't really hurt your fellow disciples regardless of your thoughts during the exchange. Only when you become a seven envoy can you go to places with more dangers.

The slightly cool moonlight spreads over the Xiaoshan city wall.

Xia Qi did not hesitate to show the array he had learned to match the Xiaoyaoyou sword move. Since it was a friendly exchange, he spared no effort to present what he really learned.

Yang Feng's gigantic sword was mighty, bearing a thousand ounces of force, and it was like a mountain avalanche and an earth cracking between the wide open and close slashes.

The array map is useful for monsters who have no way to count, but it is not very effective for enemies who have experienced many battles and can think about strategies.

The two had a thrilling fight, Xia Qi still lost despite Gu Ying cheering loudly, but he felt that it was hearty and benefited a lot.

Yang Feng had never been with Xia Qi before, and only after this sparring did he discover that, compared to Bian Qiuguang's calm and calm sword intent, Xia Qi's leisurely excursion is like a ceaseless wind, ever-changing.

This kid is keenly aware of changes in moves, and can catch even the slightest traces in an instant, and his predictions are terribly accurate.

Losing to himself now is only a loss in cultivation.

Xia Qi sat back, Fu Wan and Yang Feng made an appointment to continue the fight, Nian Nian also drank a little too much, and excitedly went to watch and study.

He felt refreshed and refreshed, and drank a few more glasses of wine, when he suddenly thought of something, he poured a glass of Yinxue wine into his own cup, put it in the mustard seeds, and wanted to taste it after the feast was over.

Looking up, I saw Bian Qiuguang put the won spirit stones into the half-asleep Gu Ying's hand, then glanced at him, and commented: "It's not too late, there are too many traces of imitation, you are not me .”

Xia Qi was puzzled: "My sword moves were originally taught by you, unlike you, don't you just learn crooked ones?"

But Bian Qiuguang shook his head: "The sword intent is driven by the Dao heart. My Dao heart is not your Dao heart. Don't just imitate my sword intent."

Xia Qi was stunned for a moment, his drunken head was a little confused, but he realized that his master felt that he was not good enough and did not learn well, so he couldn't help being depressed and stopped talking.

Seeing that he was silent, Bian Qiuguang softened his tone a little, but what he said made him even more angry: "Just now you had a conflict with Zhou Lin again? He...is not in good health, so you don't have to be too harsh on him."

As soon as that kid went to sue again, Xia Qi couldn't understand, as the head of the sect, Bian Qiuguang had always been fair and strict, without prejudice, how could he be so special to Zhou Lin, and he was his only apprentice.

Perhaps because of the smell of alcohol, some childish thoughts that would not appear in his mind sneered, "Do you think he regards himself as a demon hunter? If you don't want him to be wronged, why don't you become his master so that you can protect him?"

Bian Qiuguang glanced at him, and said the same sentence: "I don't agree with the way."

Xia Qi was a little angry: "Why don't we get along, I don't think you are very satisfied with me, Zhou Lin needs your advice, and I can't make great progress in my cultivation."

Bian Qiuguang's teeth were sore from his sour words, he kicked him sideways, and kicked away the strange coldness on his lips.

Xia Qi took a quick look at the clothes, the dust on the soles of his shoes did not touch the clothes Qing Yan gave him, otherwise he would have deceived his master and wiped out his ancestors.

He said angrily: "He is not the son of you and Sister Ying, if you want me to treat him differently, at least tell me about his relationship with him?"

Bian Qiuguang was unexpectedly not angry. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment. He glanced at Gu Ying who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and then opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Hundred years ago, I was separated from Shifang Pavilion by Xu Shen, and went to the border of Nanfeng to save a village that was threatened by evil cultivators. But when the news of Master's death came, I didn't care so much, so I left a group of disciples to continue saving people , and returned to Shifang Pavilion by myself. Immediately afterwards, I broke up with Xu Shen, fought and retreated to Xiaoshan, only then did I know that all the disciples who went there were wiped out, and the whole village could not escape. Protected, survived..."

Xia Qi vaguely guessed what was going on, but it was a bit weird when he heard this: "That happened a hundred years ago, that boy is now over a hundred years old, Zhou Lin was brought back by you 20 years ago, and Isn't Zhou Lin the child of a mortal and a demon spirit?"

Bian Qiuguang nodded slowly, but slowly frowned: "The boy didn't want to leave me, and wanted to stay in his hometown to live a normal life, so I settled him in Nanfeng to start a family and start a business. Xu Shen took over Nanfeng, and it was in chaos. 20 years ago, when I went to Nanfeng again, I learned that his family was in trouble and had already died of illness... My daughter and granddaughter were forced to live in a place where they were sold. When I arrived, I only rescued my dying great-grandson... …Zhou Lin was only five years old at the time."

Xia Qi's pupils shrank.

It turns out that Zhou Lin's birth was not due to his loving parents...and he lived in a precarious environment since he was a child, no wonder his health was not good since he was a child.

Bian Qiuguang has kept Zhou Lin's life experience secret for 20 years. It must be because Zhou Lin was born special and sensitive and suspicious by nature, so he didn't mention it to anyone.

And the faint connivance towards Zhou Lin... It stems from Bian Qiuguang's guilt. He must feel that because of himself, the tragedy continued from generation to generation from the death of the village until Zhou Lin.

Looking at it this way, Zhou Lin seems to be... pitiful.

Xia Qi sighed inwardly, and said, "Xu Shen is the one who continues the tragedy. Back then, the Shifang Pavilion was changed because of him, and Nan Feng was also ruined because of him... Don't take everything if you have nothing to do." on your own head."

Bian Qiuguang remained silent, obviously he knew it himself, but he would still feel sorry to see Zhou Lin.

Xia Qi didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to give in: "...As long as he doesn't do anything that endangers Xiaoshan, I will treat him as an ordinary fellow."

In the past, I didn't want to care about Zhou Lin's life and death, but knowing Bian Qiuguang's knot in his heart, if Zhou Lin is in danger in the future, he can just grab him.

He was really curious, and asked again: "Since you feel sorry for him, why don't you accept him as an apprentice and teach him sword art?"

Bian Qiuguang took a look at him, and then he became serious: "Xiaoyaoyou is taught by the master, and it is a matter of inheritance, which should not be given superfluous meaning."

Xia Qi was taken aback, he seemed to understand that Bian Qiuguang had been looking for an apprentice suitable for his sword art for a hundred years, and it was not until he met him five years ago that he found the right one?

The pent-up air in his heart immediately dissipated, and he couldn't help being happy, but he didn't show it, and sighed on his face: "Other people took this anger on me, tsk."

Bian Qiuguang seemed to see the embarrassment in his eyes, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.The night was too late, and the wind on the city wall was even stronger, so he took Gu Ying and left first.

The three people by the city wall were still discussing vigorously, Xia Qi watched it alone for a while, and then drank the rest of the wine.As soon as the night breeze passed, he finally felt the smell of alcohol coming up, making him dizzy.

He greeted the three of them vaguely, and went back to sleep by himself.

Yin time passed.

The small town of Longzhou, which was shrouded in the night, also fell silent in the evil.

The Qing banquet entered the room, took off the robe and sat in front of the table, and the glazed warm lamp enveloped the world.

He looked at the array diagrams neatly placed on the table, paused, and took out two things from the mustard seeds—a glass of wine and a gilded silver sachet.

Just now, he was tossing and turning among the monsters, and he also listened to the commotion on the Xiaoshan city wall.

Spiritual consciousness poked out from the mustard seed, passed through the vast void, and diffused out from the sword tassel.

I saw Xia Qi was lying on the bed, just took off his boots and black cloak casually, he seemed to have drunk a lot, his cheeks were slightly red.

The window beside the bed was forgotten, and the night wind kept blowing in with frost and snow.

Xia Qi drowsily slept very comfortably, no wonder he warmed up with hot wine, and in the dimness, he heard a familiar voice calling him in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he couldn't help answering vaguely.

The night was too quiet, he finally heard the words clearly, it was Qing Yan who asked him to close the window.

He opened his eyes in confusion, and looked at the open window, no wonder his bare feet were cold... Then he raised his hand, and the window closed with a sound.

He rubbed his eyes on the bed, pulled the quilt over and said, "Bai Lan, you're back from a hurry... Can you finally rest?"

Consciousness Sea replied slowly: "You go to bed first, and I will rest after tidying up."

Xia Qi only felt that his head was full of wine, and he could make the sound of water, his thinking had already rested a step ahead of him, and he felt a little less drowsy when he heard the sound of Qingyan.

Turning over involuntarily, he tentatively asked softly, "Bai Lan, will it bother you if I talk to you often?"

After a pause, he said, "If I'm afraid of disturbing you, I won't respond."

Xia Qi himself enjoyed himself for a while. Usually, teasing Qingyan was more like a quick tongue. Now that the night is quiet, his head is dazed and has no wit, as if the most frank and straightforward thoughts are revealed after the layers are pulled away. He thought of Say something: "Bai Lan, I miss you so much..."

The pen held by Qing Yanxuan stopped, and a few drops of ink suddenly smudged on the paper.

He looked down at the detailed and smooth inscription, and his eyes moved slightly, but he didn't make up for it for a while.

Xia Qi didn't hear the response, and murmured softly to himself, feeling a little bit wronged: "Although I can talk to you...but I can't see or touch you, and I don't know if you miss me..."

On weekdays, he was afraid that his greed would disturb the Qing banquet, so he would not say such willful words.

After a few breaths, he heard Qing Yan calling him softly, saying——

"Aqi, come in."

He opened his eyes in a daze, looking at the empty room, where to go?

His wandering eyes fell on the sword tassel next to the pillow, he suddenly understood, and hurriedly penetrated his consciousness into the mustard seed.

In the space that used to be a vast expanse of whiteness, now a light-colored figure stood in front of him. Although it was almost transparent, it looked like a Qingyan.

Xia Qi suspected that he was drunk, but Qingyan was wearing a robe with dark blue and gold patterns, suppressing Leng Jun's sharp eyebrows for no reason, it was not like what he could imagine.

If it came from my own imagination, I wouldn't be able to wear so many...

His spiritual sense moved over, staring blankly at the face of day and night thinking, seeing the corners of the other party's lips slightly curved, there was a bit of smile in his eyes, and there was a bit of seriousness in his gaze.

Was Qing Yan also happy to see him?

He couldn't help but his cheeks burned a little: "Bai Lan, you look so pretty... Well, how did you appear?"

Aren't all spiritual consciousness soundless, invisible and tasteless?

It's all because of drinking too much, the voice of Qing Yan beside him also seems to be separated by a layer of haze, and it sounds like it is close to the ear.

"The mustard space follows the rules of the master. When all the spiritual consciousness enters the mustard, it can form a shadow for a short time. But a monk who completely puts away the spiritual consciousness is no different from a mortal, and it is very dangerous in an unknown environment."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, and all his spiritual consciousness poured into the mustard in an instant. He looked at his translucent hand in surprise.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that Qing Yan in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers gently touched his cheek.

His eyes widened suddenly, and Qing Yan's fingertips trembled unexpectedly——

The moment the two people's spiritual senses touched, Xia Qi seemed to be touched to an extremely sensitive place, and a very strange feeling came over him. His soul seemed to tremble slightly with joy, and a comfortable itch spread...

After drinking, the consciousness was already unstable, and the strange feeling of soul-soul contact made the consciousness that had condensed into a shadow immediately dissipate.

Xia Qi subconsciously withdrew his consciousness from the mustard seed, he was at a loss for a few breaths, then turned over shyly, curled up and hugged the quilt, at first his cheeks were already flushed red from drunkenness, and even spread to the tips of his ears.

In a quiet room in Longzhou.

The Qingyan before the case was suffocated, and there were ripples in the eyes that had always been quiet, which did not calm down for a long time.

His spiritual consciousness is stronger than Xia Qi's, and his perception ability is naturally sharper...

After a while, his eyes fell on the two items on the table.

Raising his hand to caress the silver sachet, his finger fell to the wine glass again.

The Yinxue brewing in the wine glass has a leisurely aroma, and this wine glass has been used by Xia Qi tonight, and the rim of the glass is still a little wet.

He lowered his eyes for a moment, and gently stroked the wall of the cup with his fingertips.

He picked up the wine again and brought it to his lips.

The consciousness overflowing from the yellow and black sword tassels has not been withdrawn for a long time, and it can't help falling on the lips of the man whose eyes are closed and whose eyelashes tremble from time to time.

The scent of wine in the soft warmth is exactly the same as the breath between his lips and teeth at this moment.

Qing Yan's throat tightened.

The sleepless person seemed to feel something, moved a little, and murmured like a dream: "...Actually, I didn't think much about sleeping with Bo Lan..."

The consciousness scattered around him paused.

After a few breaths, Xia Qi hugged the quilt again and rubbed it lightly, as if aggrieved that the other party didn't hear his duplicity, and complained softly: "Bo Lan didn't even kiss me..."

After speaking, I didn't know what to recall in my sleep, and fell asleep next to the quilt with satisfaction.

In the small town of Longzhou, in the only house with lights on.

Qing Yan lowered her eyes, and slowly withdrew her consciousness, but felt that something was missing, otherwise, she couldn't fill her soul.

And the Sea of ​​Consciousness seemed to be uncontrollable, it surged for a while, and went blank for a while... It couldn't be calmed down, and it even managed to settle down.

For the first time in a hundred years, he felt that the night was too long.

Suddenly he felt that his cultivation was too shallow to travel thousands of miles in an instant, and he envied that the silent moonlight could fall on that person's pillow and hair.

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Ahhh I put this chapter in the manuscript box and forgot to set the time! ! 【Sliding and kneeling】