My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

With the protection of Cangcheng, Longzhou is the least infested by demons among all the states.

Cangcheng disciples are stationed in the village, and the town can still do business, except for the vigilant disciples of various sects and the people who come and go in a hurry, it is no different from a few years ago.

The Qing Yan group did not spend too much time staying in various strongholds, and arrived at the junction of the two states after five days.

Taking into account the danger of traveling late at night, I will rest at night.That night, they rested at the dilapidated old inn along the way where the whole family had gone.

Some disciples came to discuss the itinerary with Qing Yan, Xia Qi didn't bother, took up a room by himself, cleaned the dusty bed boards casually, and lay down to sleep.

In the past few days, the demonic beasts encountered along the way have different levels of strength. Cang Li's disciple is enough to deal with it. No matter how bad it is, there will be a Qingyan.

A few hours later, in a drowsy state, the brilliance of the shadow ring in his hand flickered for a short while, and the halo fell into the sea of ​​consciousness with ease, tapping out a familiar rhythm—it was a call for help from fellow demon hunters.

This time, Xia Qi opened his eyes in the darkness.

The days by Qing Yan's side are like a gentle village, once you indulge in it, the time flies by quickly.After leaving Cangtang, he also had to do things, such as grabbing a fellow student who was in danger.

Xia Qi raised the sword and pushed open the door, and tapped the surface of the shadow ring with his fingertips regularly, black air emerged out of nowhere, lingered around his body into a veil, and gradually thickened into a black cloak until he was fully visible and fell lightly onto his body. Shoulders, covered in light yellow clothes.

The yard at midnight was quiet, and the silver curse patterns on the black cloak flowed with brilliance as he walked.

The moonlight fell quietly on his face, adding a bit of coldness to the gentle and handsome eyebrows for no reason.

In the corner of the dilapidated courtyard, a pure white epiphyllum was slowly blooming, Xia Qi didn't rush away, and leaned over to watch curiously.

In less than a moment, the door of Qingyan's room was pushed open, he glanced at the black cloak in front of the door, and walked out.

Xia Qi tilted his head and smiled at him: "Bai Lan, we are going to be separated temporarily."

The direction of asking for help is different from the route of Qingyan and his party. They set off when they see the dawn, and their itinerary will always be staggered.

Qing Yan was dressed neatly, as if she was calm and unhurried at all times: "Are you asking for help from the same family?"

Qing Yan really noticed something.

Xia Qi nodded without hesitation, and saw that Qingyan handed over a mustard seed, opened it, and found that it was filled with all kinds of wound medicines—it was already prepared.

His heart was wrapped in warmth, and he couldn't help but raised his head and laughed: "Did Bai Lan know that I would leave, and was he worried about my injury?"

The divine consciousness of the guarding disciple tacitly avoided the two of them.

The moonlight in the courtyard was hazy, like a dream, only two people looked at each other in the clear light all over the sky.

"Xia Qi."

There was a clear moonlight in Qing Yan's eyes, "If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."

This self-proclaimed Taoist...is not like a vicious and bloodthirsty demon hunter.

If Xia Qi had accidentally fallen into a wrong path and restrained him, he could still stop the things that restrained him.

Xia Qi was stunned for a moment, and understood the meaning of Qingyan, the warmth in his heart spread into joy, which made the drowsiness disappear a lot, and his eyes couldn't help but curl up.

He stepped forward, gathered his robe for Qing Yan, avoided answering, his voice was soft as if coaxing: "I just arrive at Jindu later, I will come to you first when the time comes."

After all, he took advantage of the joy in his heart to be a little bolder, and approached him again, gently smoothing his temple hair behind his ears for Qing Yan, twisting a strand of blue silk around his fingertips, "I can't bear to part with it? I was very distant before, let alone Sleeping together, not in the same room as me..."

Qing Yan's cheek was unconsciously touched by the slightly cool fingertips, and his breathing eased instantly.

Xia Qi noticed his discomfort, and breathed in a few mouthfuls of woody fragrance as he wished, but regretfully let it go.

"Bai Lan, see you in Jindu then."

Xia Qi took a step back, put on the hood of the black cloak, and blended into the pitch black night.

The yard sank again into the stillness and emptiness of midnight.

Qing Yan looked down at the fully bloomed epiphyllum not far away, and did not leave for a moment.

My heart was dull for no reason, and after a moment of sluggish discrimination, I realized that this strange emotion seemed to be reluctance.

In the past few days, Xia Qi could easily stir up strange emotions somewhere in his heart, but there was no memory of him in his sea of ​​consciousness.

It's not a good feeling.

The residual temperature on his cheek tended to spread to his heart. With a thought in his mind, a book slowly emerged from the mustard seed, hanging in front of his eyes.

It was a Cangcheng Chronicle, which was brought with me when I left, and it contained records related to Xia Qi.

For some unknown reason, he couldn't figure out anything related to Xia Qi, so he could only learn about Xia Qi's general life from the Cangcheng Chronicle.

The pages of the book flicked and stopped at a certain page.

Xia Qi, with innate spiritual roots, was born in the 174th year of Yunli.

In 180, he was separated from his parents during the war and fell into the hands of evil cultivators. Evil cultivators used their spiritual roots to refine evil methods, and their spiritual roots were destroyed.

In 190, when he was dying, he was rescued by the old man Yiheng.

Four years later, the old man sent him to Cangcheng to seek a way to restore his spiritual root, but to no avail, and then he became a guest, taking advantage of Cangcheng's rich aura environment to recuperate his body.

In 195, Qing Yan announced that the two would become Taoist couples...

Qing Yan's eyes paused, and he looked back and forth on this line several times before continuing.

In the same year, the day before the union, Xia Qi learned that his old friend had died because of a monster, so he hurried away, but disappeared due to misfortune.

Three months later, he reunited with Qingyan and became a Xiaoshan demon hunter.

Qing Yan frowned, and he read a few lines for a long time.

The perspective of the chronicle is limited, Xia Qi is not a disciple of Cangcheng, and this page of the chronicle is only used to prepare for the union... The record is not detailed enough, no matter how private it is, only two people know it.

People whose spiritual roots have been completely destroyed, even if there is a way to reshape them, the pain is far better than the pain of sex. The whole soul has been rolled through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and most of them can't stand it, and their souls are scattered...

Qing Yan's fingers curled up slightly.

Xia Qi's life was full of ups and downs and he had no one to rely on. After having a Taoist companion, why didn't he rely on him, willing to endure such torture?

After nearly a month of adjustments in eating, sleeping and sleeping, Xia Qi was in a great mood and walked through the dense forest refreshed, leaning on the shadow ring to guide him, and ran towards the target direction.

Demon hunters are used to being alone, not because they have a bad relationship, except for the competitive spirit that can be displayed when they are drunk, because they want to take the bounty alone, and rarely ask for help easily.

At this time, who is the unlucky one who overturned his car on the night road?

Lingzhou is located in the coastal plain, with lush vegetation, dense waters and abundant water vapor.At this time, dawn was approaching, and mist began to rise, and the shade of the trees could not let out any light from the sky, and the shadows of the surrounding trees were like the shadows of animals lurking in the thin night.

As soon as he entered the boundary of Lingzhou, Xia Qi's inspiration realized that the front was not as peaceful as Longzhou.

At the place indicated by the shadow ring, the fog became thicker and thicker.

Xia Qi slowed down, stepped into the mist, and then slowly pulled out the sword from his side. The sound of metal rubbing was the only sound in the darkness.

When his spiritual sense probed the fog in front of him, Xia Qi keenly caught a trace of magic energy.

There is no wind around, and the mist seems to be solidified, like a substance, sticking to the five senses.

He suddenly stopped and listened carefully. A shrill cry for help came from the invisible white mist in front of him. The voice was familiar and indeed came from a fellow disciple in his memory.

The cry became more and more urgent and miserable, and it was already in danger.

Xia Qi didn't take another step, and looked in that direction motionlessly.

The sound lasted for a while, and gradually became angry, and finally realized that the person who came would not save him, and broke down in the mist in despair.

As soon as the cries for help stopped, Xia Qi leaned back without warning, a hand with skinny knuckles and a fierce wind grabbed a handful from his face.

If he didn't dodge, he would be crippled by this blow.

Xia Qi dodges, the sword in his hand is not idle, and at the same time he swung the sword, the sharp edge of the sword sliced ​​through the mist, and the things in the mist were forced back by him, there were rustling sounds of dodging around, and they returned. for silence.

Not far away, in the mist that cannot be dispelled, there is a shadow climbing on the tree trunk.

If it weren't for the violent ups and downs of the chest due to serious injuries, the color that blends with the environment is almost unnoticeable.

The huge red one-eye on its face stared at the trapped person in front of it for a moment, its thin arms stretched out, and its sharp fingertips grabbed the air.

Sure enough, the people in the fog were forced to stop again, and their circling steps became more and more impatient. After a few laps, they were finally led unconsciously to the expected position, revealing their defenseless backs.

Like a hunter watching his prey take the bait, it slowly disappears into the thick fog.

The next moment, suddenly appeared behind that person, with a pair of hands piercing towards the back, threatening to pull out his heart!

At this moment, the figure in front of him disappeared suddenly, and then the wind around his ears was cut, and a sharp and clear light flashed across.

Xia Qi fanned away the dissipating mist with his hands, and squatted down to look closely at the things that had fallen on the ground.

He is as tall as an adult man, covered with gray hair, his limbs are corroded and emaciated, his body is filled with a strong demonic energy, the most frightening thing is a huge red eye on his face, which is dimming with a vicious light .

It is a one-eyed ape, originally with strong and powerful limbs, good at climbing, and one-eyed should also be blue, which can create dense fog and illusion, and hide in the forest to lure travelers in the past.

In addition to the blow just now, the one-eyed monkey still had many stab wounds.Xia Qi guessed right, the illusion was like a half-finished product hastily built, and he used the sound to lure him to make up the numbers, but it really couldn't last long, and he was eager to hunt and kill after a little temptation.

When the fog dissipated, Xia Qi jumped onto the branches to look around, and then moved between the branches.

Finally, I saw two figures under the tree not far away.

As soon as he approached, one of them sharply looked up and was taken aback in disbelief.

"... Xia Qi?"

This person is quite familiar, and he is Fu Wan, one of the seven envoys of the Xiaoshan Demon Hunter. Xia Qi guessed it was him when he saw the knife marks on the one-eyed ape. It's kind of funny.

The two hardly spoke on weekdays, and the only contact they had was with each other, and the outcome was almost always the same. Of course, Xia Qisan.

Xia Qi used to be estranged and indifferent to everyone, walked alone, had no acquaintances from the same school, and always left after discussing, let alone communicating.

In the eyes of others, it is really indebted and difficult to get along with.

Xia Qi looked behind Fu Wan, there was a blood-stained middle-aged man under the tree, unconscious, his lips were black, he seemed to be poisoned.

According to his understanding of Fu Wan, this person is arrogant, even if he dies in battle, he will not easily ask for help. This comatose person should be the reason for needing help.

He took out the antidote and wound medicine and threw them to Fu Wan.

Fu Wan also skipped explaining, and glanced at Xia Qi: "Have you dealt with the one-eyed ape? The demon energy has dissipated."

Xia Qi walked around slowly, watching the place where the sky was not yet bright: "Well, I heard your cry for help."

Fu Wan was afraid that the wounded would be attacked by surprise, so he didn't make up the final blow to the one-eyed ape. He was already in a bad mood, and his expression became even worse at this moment: "...that bastard actually used my voice, are you fooled?"

Xia Qi turned to look at him, a little funny: "I know it can't be you, you don't know how to call for help."

The illusion of the one-eyed ape seems tricky, but in fact there is nothing more to do except sneak attack.If Fu Wan fell into the hands of a wild devil and still screamed for help, then Xiaoshan could disband someday.

Fu Wan wiped the saber carefully with a silk cloth, glanced at Xia Qi's sword with a gap in his hand, the corner of his eye twitched, as if he felt that it was hindering his admiration, he looked away and mocked: "I didn't expect you to come back to help."

...How bad is this impression on him?

Xia Qi cried out in his heart, even before, he was not so cold-blooded that he didn't care about the life and death of his fellow students.

It seems that because of the forbidden curse, he has offended many people.