My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

After this major change in Xiaoshan, it was like celebrating the rest of his life after the catastrophe. God, who has never been so good-looking, restrained his temper a little bit, put away the wind, snow and thick clouds, and revealed a rare clear sky.

The terrain of Xiaoshan Mountain is high and steep, and it is closer to the sky than the human world. The stars in the vast and clear night can be picked by hand, and the blue sky in the daytime is a piece of clear sapphire washed out by the wind and snow. dazzling.

For two days, with the help of Cang Cheng and Chang Yao, the demon hunters repaired the resident.

Cleaning up the remaining magic energy, rebuilding the defensive array, healing the wounded, taking turns for the defensive disciples, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner...

Except for Xiaoshan's new sect master who still hasn't woken up.

In the evening, everyone went home to rest.

In the residential area, there are scattered small courtyards emitting smoke and smoke.

Qing Yan stood with his hands behind his back in an unpretentious and shabby small courtyard, and gently touched the half-dead plum blossoms with his fingertips.

Disciple Cangcheng at the side reported to him the progress of Xiaoshan's restoration today, and then left respectfully.

The courtyard returned to tranquility, and he brushed the unhappy flower branches. The plum blossoms felt the influx of refreshing spiritual energy, and blossomed between the slender fingers with joy.

The delicate petals sway, the snow falls from the branches, and the fragrance fills the small courtyard.

Disturbed by the scent of unfamiliar flowers, a snow spirit weasel came out silently from the soft and thick snow in the corner.It slowly dragged its three tails to Qingyan's feet, raised its head and gently sniffed at the corner of the robe, and let out a soft cry.

Qing Yan leaned over and hugged Sui Sui.

When Xia Qi came back, he was seriously injured and unconscious, and Sui Sui was so anxious that his eyes were wet, he kept curling up at the foot of the bed and refused to leave. One day later, he keenly noticed that the person lying down was breathing steadily, so he went out to play by himself.

But this snow spirit weasel seemed to be a little afraid of him, even being cautious about changing a comfortable position in his arms, its fur claws were stiff.

He stroked the snow-white fur a few times, put it on the window sill, took out a few pieces of meat from the small bamboo tube and let it eat by itself, then turned and entered the hut.

If the person on the bed can't touch him while half awake, he will not be able to sleep soundly again.

At first, Xia Qi, who was in a coma, was extremely restless, hugging him in his arms and coaxing him to sleep, Doctor Xiaoshan dared to approach him, but the look in his eyes was a little more meaningful.

The doctor made a serious diagnosis and treatment, fed him like a panacea, and almost exhausted all his life's knowledge, so that Xia Qi was finally fine.The other party also sucked at Xia Qi's unscrupulous behavior for a while, and laughed at himself that he had honed and improved a lot of medical skills on Xia Qi.

Xia Qi has a special constitution, he has an ailment in his meridians, and hastily received the aura from the sect master's ring. He needs to slowly digest his cultivation in a deep sleep to heal himself, and he has not woken up after lying down.

In the past two days, Qing Yan took care of the trivial matters such as changing dressings for Xia Qi's wounds, decocting and feeding medicines, etc., so he had the opportunity to explore Xia Qi's meridians for the first time.

Both soul-enhancing and Yinyuan poisons are extremely domineering. Xia Qi was tortured by them for five years, and Yinyuan's poison made the meridians overwhelmed.

However, Xia Qi needs to practice continuously to let the spiritual energy into the meridians forcibly...

It is conceivable that the torment of meridians has accompanied Xia Qi almost five years ago.

Qing Yan sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his outline blurred in the dimness.He stretched out his hand to cover the slender wrist that was exposed from the quilt, the skin was as cool as jade, and he couldn't help holding his palm to warm it up.

The person on the bed slept well and quietly, not at all as fierce and vicious as he vowed to take revenge two days ago.

In this body, the meridians are forced to grow inch by inch, and the muscles and bones are gradually toughened through repeated torture... I am only 25 years old this year.If it is placed in the mortal world, it is probably the time when the family is happy and full of energy.

Qing Yan silently held the slightly cooler hand, slowly raised it, then bent slightly, closed her eyes and pressed her lips into the soft palm.

When Xia Qi became conscious, he first perceived the messy memory fragments flooding from the sea of ​​consciousness.

The dreams of the monks are not grotesque or unconstrained, most of them are the memories from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness unconsciously pulled out by the spiritual consciousness, forcing people to relive them without logic.

At this time, Xia Qi's sea of ​​consciousness couldn't rest, and after a battle that almost tossed him into the ground, his consciousness stirred up some old memories like a turmoil.

Those fragmentary pictures are vague and ethereal, like light smoke that cannot be grasped, and the spiritual consciousness only touches vague feelings.

Sometimes they are as cold as the rain on a winter night, and the cold penetrates into the bone marrow; sometimes they are as warm as the setting sun returning to the peak, and they are so warm that they are about to melt when they spread on the body; placket...

There are also scattered and broken sounds.

The singing in the boundless wind and snow is both sad and joyful, and the sound of "Enjoyment" is as misty as mist, and slowly drifting like fine snow, covering the crooked footprints of the brothers who left after drinking...

The water in the pool was tinkling, he lay on the edge of the pool and looked up to watch the purple petals rustling down. The people in the pool stood behind him, dipping the silk into the water for him patiently, and washing it carefully.The water is dripping in the ears, and the warm breath brushes over the cheeks from time to time...

The whole dream was accompanied by the familiar wood fragrance that never disappeared. He seemed to rely on something. Those memories did not treat him too harshly, and they were one of the few comfortable scenes.

Until the divine consciousness was tired from running, he fell into the abyss of lethargy peacefully.

Until Xia Qi opened his eyes and woke up, unconsciousness was scattered all over his body, and the floating consciousness first became conscious.

He accepted the sight spied by his divine sense almost dully——

The rare sunshine spreads on the thick snow in the small courtyard, and the shadows of the trees are scattered.The blue sky was like washing, blue and vast, and it turned out to be a sunny and snowy day.

And the half-dead plum blossoms in the small courtyard were blooming delicately. For a moment, he thought that his time was approaching, and it was a wonderful sight to see him off, only to realize that someone had carefully poured spiritual energy into him and saved him.

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment before he realized something, and saw a dark blue figure sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, carefully folding the light yellow clothes that had been dried, and even did not forget to fold the light yellow hair tassels neatly.

The fingertips were stained with warm sunlight, almost transparent.

At this moment, this person is not the head of Cangcheng, nor Yunzhang's number one swordsman...just his own Taoist companion.

He stared blankly for a few breaths, and the people in the courtyard noticed it, and looked up at the window of the attic.

The serious eyebrows and eyes seemed to be rubbed away by the spring breeze, and the cold and sharp outline instantly added a bit of tenderness.

Then he got up and went into the hut.

Xia Qi's heart palpitated, only feeling that the wind was warming and everything was recovering.

He propped himself up on the bed and sat up. All the pain in his body disappeared, leaving only a sense of weakness and confusion.

Qing Yan went to the attic, sat beside him, leaned over and touched his cheek to examine his pupils carefully, the long-lost warmth from his fingertips made him a little greedy.

After staring at it for a while, Qing Yan whispered with concern: "Ah Qi, what's wrong with you now?"

Xia Qi subconsciously grasped the warm hand, making sure it was real and palpable, then stared blankly at Qing Yan's eyebrows who were close at hand, and replied dully: "...Everywhere is comfortable."

As soon as these words came out, both of them were taken aback.

Xia Qi was belatedly flooded with embarrassment, dispelled some of his stupidity, and regained clarity in his mind.

He remembered Qing Yan's extremely daring actions during the Battle of Xiaoshan, and hurriedly grabbed Qing Yan to look carefully: "How is Bai Lan, has the injury healed, how serious is it, let me see..."

As he said that, he was about to explore the pulse of Qingyan.

Qing Yan grabbed his hands calmly, seeing that he had regained his vitality just after waking up, the corners of his lips curved slightly: "I'm fine."

Xia Qi's face suddenly turned pale: "Bai Lan, you look very much like the way I didn't check your meridians before..."

The smile in Qing Yan's eyes deepened: "You know that too."

Xia Qi was wronged, but he was really worried, so he just groped and checked Qing Yan's body.

He didn't know medical skills, and he could only see that there were no major problems with the monk's important soul, spiritual platform, meridians, etc., so his hesitation faded away and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qing Yan even raised her arm slightly in cooperation, and asked intimately, "Do you want to check if there are any wounds on your body?"

Xia Qi met those serious and non-joking eyes, and he had no doubt that if he nodded, Qing Yan would take off his robe in front of him.

The tips of his ears turned red suddenly, and he touched the tip of his nose: "No...no need..."

The monk's physical injuries recovered very quickly, let alone someone with Qingyan's cultivation level.And it's broad daylight, if someone came to visit and see... I really don't know how it will end.

Qing Yan seemed to be in a good mood, the gentle curvature of her lips and the smiling eyes were particularly beautiful, and Xia Qi's ears became redder and his heart fluttered slightly after his eyes met for a few breaths.

The last time they met, the two were not very close.Later, they fell in love with each other, and they were thousands of miles away.Now they are facing each other face to face, just Qing Yan's focused eyes on him makes him happy and a bit shy.

Unfortunately, some of his abilities didn't seem to wake up with his body, such as his eloquent tongue and keen intuition, he couldn't come up with evenly matched counterattacks, he could only lower his eyes at a loss, letting his ears burn slowly.

But Qing Yan didn't intend to let him go, and gently twisted his fingertips with the clasped hands: "Last time at the city wall, you said what will you do next time you see me?"

Xia Qi thought of the interrupted flirtatious conversation, and clearly remembered what was said later, but he didn't have the guts to continue talking.

After lying down for a few days, he was so tired that his defenses had been broken. He couldn't find any trace of those shameless teasing in the past, and he couldn't bring out the coquettish vigor that was fattened by mustard guts. All that remained was embarrassment and embarrassment.

But Xia Qi saw that Qing Yan was waiting patiently for an answer, so he knew that the other party would not give him a chance to confuse, so he could only falter and say with a blushing face: "That day..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he noticed that Qing Yan was approaching, and when he raised his head in a daze, he was embraced in his arms.The warm breath was already very close, carrying the woody fragrance, the soft touch finally landed on his lips impartially.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyelashes trembled, and the sea of ​​consciousness was completely blank.

The kiss that lasted for a few breaths was so soft that it was almost comforting.

Qing Yan left slightly, looking down at him, the breath of the two was still entangled, the voice was as soft as a pillow whisper: "Is that what you want to do?"

Xia Qi grasped Qingyan's skirt in a daze, only to feel that the palm firmly on his waist was hot, and the chest pressed against it was also hot.And he was surrounded by the warm woody fragrance, his head was dizzy, and he responded subconsciously: "I..."

He just opened his mouth, and Qing Yan's kiss came back without any warning, and his lips pressed against him lightly again.

He couldn't tell whether Qing Yan wanted to know the answer, or to lure him to open his mouth, the voice as thin as the wind blew between his lips and teeth.

He was hugged tighter and tighter by Qing Yan, and his thoughts were blankly allowed to be led by Qing Yan, being comforted and robbed of his breath.

The breathing of the other party also made his heart palpitate... as if he was touching a lost and recovered treasure, and gradually confirmed the reality of the person in his arms repeatedly - as if the other party also needed to learn something from him, and also needed to be comforted.

So he blushed, took the initiative to get closer, and gave the looting a more intimate and gentle response, causing the breathing that fell on his cheek to be chaotic.

Suddenly, Xia Qi suspected that he was dreaming, but such a beautiful dream is also a luxury... The irresistible possession reminded him of the reality at this moment.

Even though he is so close to Qing Yan, his miss and greed for this person is getting deeper and deeper.

He only felt that his heart was slowly filled with warmth, and the thrilling joy and touch spread throughout his limbs, and he was willing to sink in it.

After the end, after a while, Xia Qi still buried his head in Qing Yan's neck, blushing and refused to get up.

Sui Sui shook the fine snow off his body by the window, ran in da da, crawled to Xia Qi's side and took a quick sniff, knowing that he had really woken up, so he curled up quietly by the corner of his robe again.

Xia Qi still didn't move, just put his backhand behind his back and rubbed Suisui.

Qing Yan laughed silently, he knew that Xia Qi was thin-skinned at this time, and he would be familiar with teasing any more, so he stroked his blue hair and coaxed: "Use some snacks?"

Xia Qi finally moved, straightened up, the redness at the end of his eyes hadn't disappeared, he coughed: "... What's the matter?"

Qing Yan took out some lotus flower cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from Mustard Seeds, and cooked his favorite sweet and sour fruit tea over a small stove.

Xia Qi lay in bed for a few days and was fed medicine, so he was indeed hungry.Sitting on the bed, enjoying the care of Qingyan, eating soft snacks and warm fruit tea, he feels extremely comfortable physically and mentally.

He watched Qing Yan break open a piece of dim sum and feed it to Sui Sui on the table, he couldn't help but smile.

He just felt that he was alive again.