My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Qing Yan was always worried that Xia Qi would run around before he recovered from his injury, and warned him many times before leaving the Sea of ​​Consciousness, but he was actually worrying too much...

Even if Xia Qi has the heart, he doesn't have the strength.

This time, the forceful ascension to the realm in the turbulent demonic energy was a big help. Thanks to the other disciples who rescued him in time, Bian Qiuguang used his own spiritual energy to protect his meridians and lungs, restraining the violent spiritual energy from becoming obsessed and scattered. Also gathered by the Qing banquet——

Quite a big toss.

After he opened his eyes, under the guidance of the doctor, he circulated the aura of the meridians, and every inch he pushed in, he felt pain... This consequence was his own fault, no matter how difficult it was, he had to endure it.

The news spread that he was almost gone, and during the days when he was forced to lie down obediently, all his classmates with a slightly better relationship came to visit.

Fu Wan and Nian Nian lived not far away, and they ran the most frequently.The decocted medicine was brought every day, and Fu Wanhui took away the food brought by other visitors under his scolding gaze on the grounds that he was seriously injured and could not eat more.

Being interrupted from getting close to Qing Yan, Xia Qi always had a heart, even though at that time the doctor felt that he could not let his spiritual consciousness wander outside, and forced him to wake him up in order to save his life.

but……

It's rare for Qing Yan to take the initiative to kiss him, and his wish can be fulfilled after a few breaths...

He thought over and over of the warm breath falling on his cheeks and the soft lips, a moment of sweet joy, and another moment of aggrieved heart-scratching liver.

Now he can feel the care and love from Qing Yan more and more, perhaps because of the thousands of miles away, the miss gradually breeds, and the other party also tastes the sweetness of separation from the pain of not being able to see each other and the comfort of contact.

The relationship between the two is no longer as plain as water, and he can feel Qingyan's focus and concern in any exchange, even if there is only a small amount of gossip.

These lost and recovered surprises came faster than expected.

However, the spiritual consciousness becomes a shadow in the mustard seed, and all the spiritual consciousness needs to be poured into it.Qing Yan is in a dangerous situation, which is full of dangers. Even if he takes a few breaths of spiritual consciousness, the monsters lurking around him may take the opportunity to move.

Xia Qi didn't let the Qingyan distract him anymore, and he didn't ask to continue what happened that day, but when he talked about it, he complained that the doctor didn't understand the style.

Qing Yan also knew the severity, but still had a wisp of spiritual consciousness hanging on the mustard seed, and when he was exploring the outer barrier of the destination, he heard Xia Qi speak, his voice was slightly lowered: "The future will be long, take good care of your wounds."

The smile contained in the tone is somewhat meaningful.

Xia Qi pondered for a while, and in his overly active mind recently, he extended the meaning of this sentence to such and such, and then got into the quilt to be silly.

Until he could speak, got out of bed and walked carefully in the room, Fu Wan told him about Xiaoshan's situation in the past few days.

The formation that Xia Qi sent to decipher the teleportation inscription had already been assembled into the defensive formation immediately after Fu Wan returned.Outside the city wall, the soul-refining demonic beasts and the original demonic beasts sent by the teleportation inscription disappeared in an instant, leaving only the monsters that escaped from the loose barrier——

Although Xiaoshan's defense line is still as dangerous as it has been for a hundred years, it has recovered the strength that demon hunters can usually resist, and the rotation of the city wall has become a little easier, and everyone in Xiaoshan can breathe a sigh of relief.

The same is true everywhere in Yunzhang.

When all the disciples admired Qing Xianzun's supernatural powers, Xia Qi felt complacent and honored.

My Taoist companion is as powerful as heaven and earth!

Fu Wan wondered how Xia Qi would know this magic circle in advance. Xia Qi held his breath for the half-year monthly offering, and did not reveal his identity as the Taoist partner of the Cangcheng sect, but replied mysteriously, "I have a heart-to-heart with Qing Xianzun, yes Destiny".

Fu Wan's eyes looking at the fool appeared together with the "um" in the sea of ​​consciousness, Xia Qi couldn't help but laugh.

The discovery of Qingyan at the border of Longzhou also spread to the other two masters. Bian Qiuguang expressed that there is no problem with Qingyan's delay in coming to Xiaoshan. There is no difference.

Cangcheng's disciples will arrive at Xiaoshan in two days, Qingyan asked them to secretly check the movement of Shifang Pavilion stationed in the northwest corner of Xiaoshan first, in case of accidents.

No matter how slow Xia Qi's recovery was, he could easily move his hands and feet in the house after three days.

He was planning his itinerary for the day. He went to visit Yang Feng in the medical clinic. He forgot to ask about Yang Feng after so many days since he came back, and then he stopped by to see if there were any new spirit beasts.

While thinking, I suddenly heard a familiar muffled sound from the window sill, and a piece of hard ice rolled to the ground...

Who else would do this immoral act? He shouted angrily, "Fu Wan—"

At the same time, footsteps could be heard on the stairs. It was Fu Wan, who had been labeled indiscriminately, going upstairs with the medicine, and gave him an annoyed look: "Am I free?"

Xia Qi was taken aback, who else would there be?

She stretched out her neck and glanced out of the window, only to see a man with short hair and golden eyes standing in the snow outside the courtyard. Seeing him appearing in front of the window, she gave him a cold look and left.

Xia Qi: "..."

He glanced at the unsightly hole on the window sill, and came up with a suffocation in his chest.The back downstairs disappeared too quickly, and he couldn't help but turned around and asked the person who had done the same thing: "Is my window more attractive than the targets in the martial arts field? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable if I didn't smash it?"

"What does it have to do with me?" The troubled Fu Wan glanced at him, picked up the candy prepared by Gu Ying by the side of the medicine bowl and ate it as if in revenge, "But this kid took the initiative to join the city wall rotation after he came back, and his skills are not good enough. Fortunately, I have endured hardships, and it seems that this trip has not been in vain." He got up, and stood by the window to look at the figure in the wind and snow, "He is as awkward as you were before, Come here this time, I guess to see if you feel better."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and his sulking eased.

He didn't tell anyone about what happened to rescue Zhou Lin, as long as it doesn't endanger the sect, personal thoughts are personal freedom.

He leaned against the window sill, touched the window lattice distressedly, and said unhappily: "The farmer and the snake, Zhou Lin and I are like this."

Longzhou border.

The climate in Nanfeng is humid and hot, and the plants are luxuriant and various. This feature is revealed in the border area between Nanfeng and Longzhou.

Thick vines cover the sky and block out the sun, with only a faint twilight of dawn, and the ground is covered with intricate brown and green roots, thick and slippery like sleeping vipers.

In the depths of the dense forest surrounded by thick miasma, a faint and moist light slowly floated out and fell into the dense shadows in the distance.

In the shadows, two figures stood quietly.

Surrounding the two of them were piles of corpses of monster beasts, and the demonic aura was still there, which would attract other monsters at any time.

Guanghua fell into the hands of Mo Lan's figure, and the figures of the two disappeared in an instant.

Above the canopy of a tall tree, the field of vision is wide, and the sky light gradually brightening in the distance can be seen.

In the palm of Qingyan hangs a bronze mirror that is slowly shrinking its brilliance, but the image in the mirror is not the surrounding scenery, but thousands of small and flowing inscriptions.

This is the Hongying mirror, a magic weapon made by Changyao's ancestor Zhuxi. It can enter and leave the realm of no one, hang on the top of the range for an hour, and can engrave all the magic circles within the range.

Put your consciousness into the mirror, and the magic circles stored in the Hongying mirror are instantly spread out in Qingyan's sea of ​​consciousness, showing every detail.

After detecting that there were no omissions, he silently nodded to Wen Yuxie, and the other party disappeared into the canopy of the tree when he saw this, and went to check around as usual.

Night dew was still hanging on the corners of Qingyan's dark blue robe, and the thin and cool light of dawn quietly spread between his eyebrows and eyes, adding a bit of solemnity to the already cold and handsome face.

A few days ago, he approached here following the aura traces of the teleportation inscription, but found that the front was covered by many magic circles. If time was tight, he could break it by force.

But this move will startle the snake, and also destroy these magic circles that have never been seen before.

The magic circle that restrains the teleportation inscription has been passed to the masters, so he has time to borrow the Hongying Mirror from Chang Yao to decipher them one by one.

The people behind the scenes are messing with the situation in the dark, and they have very few relevant clues.Now that the important area arranged by the people behind the scenes has been found, any clues cannot be let go.

Qing Yan paused before he was about to decipher, and his spiritual sense penetrated into the mustard seed of the sword ear, and extended to Xia Qi, usually checking Xia Qi's recovery from his injuries.

At this time, Xia Qi, who was allowed to rest, was still sleeping under the blanket.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and all the cold was stopped outside the house by the inscription carved on the window lattice.The hollow silver sachet hanging on the bed curtain wafted faintly, and the light yellow clothes beside the pillow were stained with a few animal hairs of different colors—it seemed that there were a lot of spirit beasts rubbed.

The sleeping person's brows and eyes are stretched and moist, and the eyelashes hanging down are as quiet and cute as a small fan.Lips are no longer pale, a little more bloody, showing a soft and healthy color.

Qing Yan paused for a few breaths, regained consciousness, and was about to look away.

Obviously he said "the future will be long", but he always feels that "the future" is too long.

At this moment, he saw Xia Qi's eyelashes tremble, and opened his eyes unexpectedly.

Just when Xia Qi thought that he had discovered his silent peeping, he saw that the other party immediately got off the bed, put on the clothes and boots next to the pillow in silence, went straight downstairs, opened the door and walked into the snow.

He didn't even wear a black cloak, and a hasty white mist came out of his lips, and the body temperature from a night's sleep instantly dissipated in the severe cold.

Qing Yan frowned, and was about to speak to remind him, but suddenly noticed the rare seriousness and sadness on Xia Qi's face.

The place where he walked step by step was the cemetery of Xiaoshan.

This was Xia Qi's first time leaving home after returning from outside the city wall.

Walking in the boundless snowstorm, he kept rubbing the shadow ring with his fingers, confirming again and again that the third envoy's soul lamp was extinguished.

The footprints in the snow spread to the entrance of the cemetery, and I saw a group of black cloaks standing in the heavy snow, quiet and solemn.

His eyelashes fluttered and he walked in.

All the disciples silently made way for him.

In front of a tombstone, there were only five people standing in the positions of the Seven Envoys. Except for Fu Wan and Gu Ying, the faces of the others changed several times, and now he didn't even have time to recognize them.

Seeing him coming, Gu Ying's sadness eased a little, she was about to worry about his injury, she sighed after a pause, and said: "Don't be too cold, put on a cloak."

Only then did he react, let Shadow Ring show a black cloak, shielding him from the cold, and stood at the end of the line, the position of the seventh envoy.

Bian Qiuguang half-kneeled in front of the tombstone, and carved Yang Feng's name stroke by stroke with his own hands.

Xia Qi listened to the rustling snow falling in his ears, his senses were frozen dull, he vaguely remembered the night of the city wall party, each imagined the life after the evil disaster was over, this usually unsmiling tough guy said that he would bring his elder brother and brothers together Continue to live, with a rare longing look on his face.

The sky and the earth are vast, and all the black cloaks are silent.

The Shadow Ring of the Seven Envoys was about to be passed on, so Bian Qiuguang slowly buried Yang Feng's giant sword, and took handfuls of snow-stained frozen soil with his hands.

Yang Feng was a close friend who followed Bian Qiuguang from Shifang Pavilion to Xiaoshan, and held swords side by side for a hundred years. Now he is the only one left behind after those years of changes.

Xia Qi's eyes fell on Bian Qiuguang's side face, his master's expression was always solemn, and it seemed that there was no difference at this time.

Bian Qiuguang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his hand and gently brushed off the white snow on the tombstone. His brows and eyes were dazed for a moment, as if he only realized at this moment that the person who could share a pot of wine with him after a fierce battle was already lying in it up.

Bian Qiuguang sent away many people in the cemetery, close friends, younger generations...

This is a different journey to life and death, and the years of entrusting each other with their lives have come to an end. Except for the reunion in the underworld, there is no time to meet again.

Xia Qi suddenly felt sad, his eyes were sour, and his hand holding the sword tightened.

In the next breath, he felt Jiansui's spiritual consciousness overflowing, gently lingering around his sword-holding hand, holding him soothingly like a warm and firm palm.