My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

As the evening approached, the wind blowing across the wilderness disappeared with the light of the sky, heavy snow fell, and the buildings were like snow and fog.

Sui Sui poked his head out from the soft white snow that was an inch thicker, and looked at the black figure not far away that had not moved for a long time. The breath of the people sitting on the ground seemed to blend into the world.

Seeing that the other party still didn't intend to take it home, it started playing with the snow again.

In the next breath, Xue Lingyou keenly noticed something, his beard trembled, and before he could turn his head, the black figure suddenly disappeared in place——

Xia Qi's figure was as fast as a gust of wind, and with a sword swing, the snow on his body was suddenly shattered by the sword energy, like crystal dust scattered.

He calmed down, didn't use his spiritual energy, instead of pouring deliberate fierceness into his sword moves, he seemed to move the sword according to his heart, but the sword moved according to his heart.

The attack of "breathing and blowing" is light and sharp, and the attack of "going to the sky" is defensive to stop the water and suppress the clouds. Xiaoyaoyou quickly completed the eight moves of the first two layers.

Xia Qi vaguely sensed the slight unusualness, so he took no haste or panic, raised the edge of his sword, and the wind returned to the snow, continuing the restless first form on the third floor.

The form of non-stop is like the non-stop wind, passing through the thorns, non-stop, but it is the most subtle and elusive.

This time, there was no sense of stagnation, but smoothness as if it came from instinct.

The sword energy without aura spread out, the blue-gray pine branches shook off the white snow, and there were only streaks of snow-bright sword light in the dark world.

Xia Qi's chest gradually felt a little freer, and his sword moves became more willful and natural.

For a moment, he suddenly had a bit of epiphany, the fog covering his eyes was partly pushed away, and he vaguely glimpsed the light.

From the moment Xia Qi drew his sword, Qing Yan had been watching.

His spiritual consciousness lingered around Jiansui, and he couldn't be more clear about Xia Qi's sword move - he also noticed the difference in this sword move earlier than the other party.

Qing Yan thought that he would have to wait for Xia Qi to practice for a while before he could comprehend the points raised today, but he didn't expect that after a few moves, there would be faint signs of comprehension.

And when Xia Qi was completely immersed in it, he walked Xiaoyaoyou over and over again without thinking about the time... It seemed that he had vaguely sensed the direction of the Taoist heart, and the third level of sword moves gradually became handy.

Rao is that his swordsmanship has reached the state of perfection, so he can't help admiring and admiring him.

The surroundings were white and vast, and the black figure was like a frightened bird. Qing Yan watched quietly, but the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled slightly, and a related memory emerged——

That was the first time Xia Qi entered his mustard.

As the owner of the mustard seed space, he can see everything in the mustard seed, and he can also see that Xia Qi's spiritual root has been destroyed, and he is a mortal who can no longer cultivate.

During the later get-togethers, he saw that Xia Qi often practiced the sword seriously according to the sword manual, diligently practicing, so he was a little bit concerned about this person.

Over the past hundred years, he has met too many people in his practice. There are those who are extremely talented, who work hard and quickly climb to the top, and those who are mediocre, and who have achieved great success through hard work...

Only Xia Qi, the destruction of his spiritual root is like breaking the celestial relationship, but he is positive and optimistic all day long, he practices diligently, and his level of seriousness is not inferior to any of Cang Li's disciples, which is far beyond the level of physical fitness.

But he never mentioned his experience.

One day, he asked Xia Qi who was lying down and reading the sword manual: "Do you know that if you don't have spiritual roots, you can't enter the door of cultivation?"

Xia Qi moved his eyes away from the book, calm as a clear pool of water, and smiled a little: "I always knew."

He asked again: "Why do you still work hard even though you know that your cultivation will not go any further?"

Xia Qi tilted his head to think, and replied softly: "Human strength is weak, if a natural disaster overturns one day, how can we protect important people?"

He replied: "The capable will protect the weak."

Even if Xia Qi practiced his swordsmanship to the extreme, he still couldn't become a monk, not to mention that even a monk couldn't deal with monsters alone in Yunzhang, where monsters were everywhere.

And Cangcheng, Changyao and other sects will protect the people in the state. Although the facts are cruel...but for people without cultivation, accepting protection is the longest way to survive.

After hearing this, Xia Qi smiled and shook his head: "If you can't cultivate now, maybe in the future, the world is so big, you can always find opportunities. But depending on others, your destiny will never be controlled by yourself."

At that time, he was taken aback after listening to it. He was used to protecting others with a strong attitude. At this moment, he heard a weak but tenacious and sober voice, and felt that the person in front of him was unique.

The figure practicing sword in the afterglow of the sunset in his memory overlapped with the figure in the wind and snow at this moment, and he suddenly felt a strange but familiar heartbeat, just like the heart that had been silent for a hundred years was slightly loosened at that time.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a sword light suddenly passed over the edge of his consciousness and sank into the void.

Qingyan came back to his senses, and looked at Xia Qi whose consciousness was like a shadow in mustard seeds.

The other party seemed to have just had a good time practicing, and his eyes were bright with high spirits.

Standing tall and straight in the wind and snow, the translucent phantom in the sea of ​​consciousness raised his chin at him, and asked to fight: "Master Qing, how many moves?"

Qing Yan's heart throbbed for no reason, staring at those eyes, he couldn't help but bend his lips: "Please."

Xia Qi was so happy that he almost couldn't find the north, the fact that Yunzhang's number one swordsman was his Taoist companion was great, he could get his advice anytime, and he could also take the opportunity to learn from him.

Qingyan's consciousness formed a shadow in the sea of ​​consciousness, even if only two parts of the powerful consciousness appeared, the density of the phantom was no different from Xia Qi's.

Sea of ​​Consciousness fighting moves cannot bring spiritual energy, and the two also focus on moves, it doesn't matter how much spiritual consciousness is.

Looking at Qing Yan standing opposite, holding Zai Chuan's Qing Yan, Xia Qi felt that he had never been so belligerent, and his excitement was only inferior to getting close to Qing Yan.

In addition to the physical intimacy, the collision of swords with the person you like is also very interesting.

The two disappeared together, and Huokoujian collided with Zaichuan.

Xia Qi raised his eyes and saw his opponent's sharp sword energy, but there was a smile in those eyes looking at him.

He couldn't help but his ears blushed, silently accusing the other party of using an ultimate move other than a sword!

After a few breaths of tricks in the sea of ​​knowledge, Xia Qi found that Qing Yan was not perfunctory, and he was also taking it seriously.

It's just that he didn't suppress him immediately, and seemed to know what he was thinking, but instead showed him all the Cangcheng sword skills.

Cang Li's swordsmanship is upright and upright, with the bearing of pines and cypresses, but in the hands of Qing Yan, it is as vast as waves.

When he was dealing with the demonic beasts, the waves were surging and the sword energy was strong.At this time, it was like a wave rolling in, the sword energy was silent but everywhere.

Xia Qi saw that Qing Yan had the heart to practice with him, and all moves had a clear track, but there was a crisis that made him have to use all his strength, which was just like feeding moves.

He had to use one attack, one defense, and two moves to parry and defuse a change in the starting style, and he couldn't slack off in the slightest.

He was forced to use all the three styles of Xiaoyaoyou, and he also created a lot of changes by himself.

After half an hour, the two figures finally separated.

Xia Qi only felt wanton and carefree, and realized a little more about Dao Xin. He raised his sword and was about to charge up again, but was held by Qing Yan's shoulders, and his tone was a little helpless: "It's getting late, you haven't eaten yet, you should gone back."

He was taken aback for a moment, and his attention had been in the sea of ​​consciousness just now, only to realize that the surrounding sky had completely darkened, the sky was filled with broken stars, and traces of sword energy were everywhere in the snow—his figure also moved with his consciousness. up.

Xia Qi smashed the freshness just now, and put away the gaping sword with endless aftertaste.

He looked at Qing Yan who was next to him, and couldn't help being happy and rushed over to hug her waist, raised his head and praised sincerely: "Bo Lan is too powerful!"

Qing Yan also curled her lips, and the corners of her eyes were gentle. She reached out to tidy up his messy temple hair, and at the end, her fingers didn't leave, brushing against his ear, and supporting his side face.

This is a rare encounter between the two of them, Qing Yan stared at those bright eyes, their eyes darkened slightly.

The self-excited Xia Qi was full of a bunch of changes he had just figured out, he wanted to write it down quickly, otherwise he would forget it after sleeping.

So hastily withdrew his consciousness from the sea of ​​consciousness, and walked in the snow with a sword in his hand——

The overly excited thoughts distracted his attention, completely oblivious to Qing Yan who was leaning over slightly.

Qing Yan's arms suddenly emptied: "..."

After a while, Xia Qi sorted out what he got today, thinking that it was thanks to Qing Yan that he broke through the bottleneck, gained some insight, and found the right direction.

He suddenly realized, why did Qing Yan keep silent, is he busy again?I couldn't help but tried to call a few times in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The person in the Sea of ​​Consciousness sighed softly, but his tone was the same as usual: "It's time to go back to eat, Sui Sui is also hungry."

Xia Qi didn't hear anything wrong, and then remembered Sui Sui who came out with him, hurriedly searched around, and finally found the snow-colored Xueling Weasel from the snow with difficulty.

Suisui was curled up and sleeping obediently. There were two small golden wild fruits beside him. When he saw him coming, he got busy and pushed the biggest one into his hand, squeaking softly, as if he was worried that he was starving.

Xia Qi suddenly felt guilty, picked up Sui Sui and squeezed it for a while, then picked up two small wild fruits and fed them to Xue Ling Weasel.

Seeing that Sui Sui was starving, he gnawed one, curiously took a bite of a wild fruit he had never seen before, it was so sour that he almost spat it out, and swallowed it again under Sui Sui's gaze, with a gratified smile.

"Sui Sui is much better than me, and you can find food even in the ice and snow... Let's fill our stomachs first, and then eat meat when we go home!"

As if Sui Sui was infected by his happiness, he raised his head and squeaked.

Xia Qi was amused by the furry ball, and couldn't help joking with Qing Yan: "Bai Lan, why don't you treat Sui Sui as my two children..."

The people in the sea of ​​knowledge actually thought about it seriously, and said unhurriedly: "It seems that many processes have been omitted."

He was taken aback when he heard the words, what was the process... After a few breaths, he realized that his cheeks were blushing.

I couldn't help being a little surprised, when did my Taoist partner learn how to molested without a teacher, and now he is being molested by the other party...

And he hesitated for a moment with a blushing face, not wanting to show weakness, and raised his voice as if regaining the initiative, but the ending was suppressed by shame: "...wait, I will make it up later."

The tone inexplicably became urgent and inviting.

Xia Qi almost bit his own tongue.

But the voice in the sea of ​​knowledge was also slightly lowered: "Well, one step must not be missed."

Xia Qi breathed lightly, looked down at the soft snow under his feet, as if he was walking too fast, and his heart beat a little faster.

The fingers caressing Sui Sui curled up unconsciously, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, a bit shy, but also a bit happy looking forward to it.

I just feel that the sourness left by the wild fruit has become extremely sweet in my heart.

Xia Qi was soaked in sweetness, he didn't pay attention to his surroundings, and was caught off guard by a cloud of snow on his legs.

He raised his eyes in a daze, and saw Bian Qiuguang standing not far away with his hands behind his back.

He walked over helplessly: "What's the matter?"

Bian Qiuguang gave him a cold look, but said——

"Sect Leader Qing, please stay safe."

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