My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

In the evening, Xia Qi exchanged value from the city wall and wanted to go to the canteen to find something to eat.

On the way, he happened to meet a demon hunter who had been recalled from Lingzhou, and Dai Changyao, head of the department, brought him something.

After thanking him, he took the stored mustard seeds, opened it on the spot, and there was Fu Lao's elixir inside, the amount was large enough to understand the deep worry of the other party.As well as a few boxes of Lingzhou snacks prepared by Wen Yuxie, and a box of golden fruit in syrup, they are all kept fresh by magic.

A letter from Lin Ming was attached to the mustard seed. He has recovered. Although his body was crippled, he survived Chang Yao's treatment. Now he works as a waiter at a restaurant in Jindu... Long-winded thanks and hope Xia Qi take care.

When they left Lingzhou, the two couldn't get out of bed. Now that they had started a new life, Xia Qi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The corners of his lips curled up happily, and the exhaustion from being on duty overnight faded a bit. He carefully folded the letter, and was about to subconsciously share this matter with the people in his sea of ​​knowledge, when he suddenly stopped as if remembering something, buried his head and continued to talk in silence. Go to the dining hall.

In fact, after getting drunk on the city wall a few days ago, Xia Qi felt a little uncomfortable talking to Qing Yan...

When he woke up that night, he lay on the bed with a confused mind and recalled the events of the previous night. His memory was scattered and hazy, but he still remembered the joy of eating marrow and taste after being touched by the soul...

later……

Later memories became even more blurred, but I seemed to be very bold to ask Qing Yan for something...

In that atmosphere, according to the previous situation...what else can I ask for?

Xia Qi thought about this, and couldn't help wiping his face.

Forget it when the two were in deep love, now that Qing Yan has not recovered all his memories, he may only have a slight liking for him, and he is still thousands of miles away...

He's so eager... so shameless.

However, Qing Yan is not someone who would make fun of this kind of thing, let alone take the initiative to bring it up again...

He wailed in his heart for a while, wondering why he was going to the canteen, and now he just wanted to run ten laps along the Xiaoshan Martial Arts Field.

Drinking is really wrong!

However, in recent days, the Qingyan seems to be no different.

He sneaked a look in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and saw that in the white space belonging to Qingyan, a bunch of complicated inscription circles were dismantled and reassembled. It must be that the investigation in Longzhou had made new progress.

I don't know if it's his delusion, but Qing Yan seems to have speeded up on purpose recently, as if actively chasing a demon.

In this way, the two will be able to meet soon.

While thinking, Xia Qi approached the entrance of the dining hall.

He kept his head buried in thought all the way, and suddenly bumped into a person with his arm. He subconsciously pulled back the falling figure in the other direction, but the person yelled "Don't touch me" in a low voice, and struggled to take three steps back.

He was taken aback for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the back of Zhou Lin leaving in a hurry, with an air of resistance and discomfort all over his body.

Xia Qi: "..." What kind of unmarried girl is this!

Just as he was about to move on, he was hit by a sword light in front of his boots, and the soft snow splashed, forcing him to stop.

This sword energy was all too familiar, he changed his route angrily, and walked over from where the sword energy came from: "Can you always open your noble mouth and call out?"

Bian Qiuguang leaned against the cedar tree trunk not far away, put the sword back leisurely, and said straight to the point: "You go out to patrol the city wall this time, and take Zhou Lin with you."

Xia Qi gave a "tsk" in his heart when he heard the words, no wonder Zhou Lin showed such an expression just now.

Xiaoshan Mountain is facing the Shenxing coast. The high and dangerous peaks stretch for thousands of miles, straight into the sky, like an iron barrier, which makes it impossible for monsters and monsters to cross.

The Xiaoshan City Wall was built on a slightly slower part of the dangerous peak, and manpower was used to fill the gap in defense.

However, time can move mountains and fill seas, let alone the mortal peaks soaked in demonic energy.A hundred years is too long, even if a magic circle for strangling monsters is buried under the iron wall, there will be cracks and unpredictable holes from time to time.

So starting 50 years ago, Xiaoshan would regularly send a team of demon hunters to inspect the situation outside the city wall, and then repair the magic circle.

Ten days ago, Yang Feng and another demon hunter set off with his disciples, and if all goes well, they will return in five days.

It was Xia Qi and Fu Wan's turn to lead the next batch.

Now the sea fog with surging devilish energy is constantly approaching the city wall, and there are dangers everywhere outside the city wall. The disciples picked out for patrol are all elites. Xia Qi doesn't want to be distracted by taking care of the young master in the ever-changing environment.

He refused without thinking about it, and his words were somewhat cold: "Every demon hunter knows that outside the city walls, any accident may happen. I promised to treat him as a fellow student, not as a Take care of his old mother."

Bian Qiuguang knew that he would refuse, there was no accident, but he just said calmly: "I used to think that Xiaoshan would protect him for the rest of his life, but since he chose to become a demon hunter, he can't stay out of matters related to the safety of the sect."

Xia Qi also heard what he meant, there are tigers and wolves in Xiaoshan, and all the demon hunters are busy with the demons, no one can guarantee to protect each other all the time, the individual's ability to survive determines the length of his life.

As the Seven Envoys, he is naturally duty-bound to help his disciples.

But still a little helpless: "It's okay to practice, but it's so difficult if you can't come up?"

Bian Qiuguang seemed to have made up his mind: "Sooner or later, we have to face it. Let him see the situation outside the city wall."

Knowing the dangers around you, it is good to correct your attitude as soon as possible.

Xia Qi sighed inwardly, and finally took a step back: "I'm not leading the team alone, if senior brother agrees, I'll be fine."

Now Xia Qi seldom stays in bed and wastes time reading scripts. Regardless of whether he is on duty or not, except for eating and going home to rest, he will stand on the city wall to resist the attack of the demon tide.

The same goes for Fu Wan and Gu Ying.

More demon hunters were recalled to Xiaoshan, but the monsters attacked more violently, there was little rest during the day, and the casualties and coping pressure did not ease in the slightest.

During the attack of the demon tide, more and more demonic beasts were refined by living souls, which were more ferocious and difficult than the previous demonic beasts with chaotic souls. There were even a few demonic beasts with strong demonic flames and almost completely preserved demonic aura.

The last time the Seven Envoys discussed the matter, Bian Qiuguang talked about the discovery of this kind of monster beast by the head of Cangcheng, and everyone looked solemn, knowing what it meant——

If the demonic beast could not pass through the barrier of Shen Xinghai, then it would be able to maintain the demonic power it had in its heyday.

Firstly, it will be more difficult to deal with, and secondly, the significance of the barrier of Xiaoshan's defense line will become weak, and the evil troubles around Yunzhang will become more serious.

Now that there is no clue about how to refine the soul, the escape of the original monsters in Lingying Mountain is like adding insult to injury.

Yang Feng's patrol was about to end, Xia Qi and Fu Wan took advantage of the gap between the defense of the city wall, and began to take time to recharge their batteries and organize the patrol team.

Xia Qi came back to the house late at night, too tired to light the lamp, so he fumbled to the bedside and fell asleep.

Drowsy and dazed, he heard Qing Yan calling him a few times, and instantly woke up, hugging the quilt and rubbing his eyes.

The two of them have been so busy that they hardly have any free time, and they haven't had a good conversation for a long time, and their discomfort has long since dissipated in the busyness.

Qing Yan's voice was still calm and calm, with a sense of soothing tiredness: "Aqi, I will arrive at Xiaoshan later than expected."

Xia Qi's heart tightened, he was more concerned about the situation of Qing Yan than meeting him soon: "What happened, is Bo Lan okay?"

Qing Yan replied in a warm voice: "I am fine. I traced the aura traces of the transmission inscription recently and found that the traces point to something. I will follow the direction to investigate. The rest of the Cangcheng disciples will go to Xiaoshan early tomorrow morning." He said. After a pause, the voice lowered a little, "I thought I could come here sooner."

Xia Qi's heart skipped a beat for no reason, it turned out that Qing Yan has been busier recently because he wanted to come to Xiaoshan earlier.

He knew that things should be prioritized. If the teleportation array is causing trouble, it is important to find the source earlier, but he frowned worriedly: "Are you going alone again...what direction is it?"

Qing Yan: "The junction of Longzhou and Nanfeng."

Xia Qi was taken aback: "Nan Feng? Such a coincidence?"

The Shifang Pavilion has always been involved in the abnormal evil, and the place suspected to be related to the teleportation inscription is still at the state border where the Shifang Pavilion is located.

Qingyan pondered for a moment: "Nanfeng is in chaos, and the forces of various sects and nine streams are intricate. Anything is possible. However, Shifang Pavilion is acting abnormally, and I will pay more attention to it." Serenely, the voice was quite low, "You are about to go out of the city wall to patrol, remember to be well prepared, and I will still hang my consciousness along the way to keep an eye on the surrounding movement for you."

Xia Qi was exhausted at first, but now he no longer felt sleepy at all.Recently, he had a bad premonition in his heart, but tonight, because of the Qing banquet, he felt a sense of comfort and warmth.

"Bai Lan doesn't have to work so hard, there will be no problem on my side."

He misses Qing Yan very much, but the other party has heavy responsibilities and cannot do whatever he wants.

Fortunately, he has a spiritual connection with the other party, and the feeling of companionship has never been interrupted, which allows him to have a stable place even when he is in distress.

Hearing the words, Qing Yan was noncommittal, paused for a few breaths, and then said: "I took a closer look at Jiansui Mustard Seeds in my spare time, and the principle of the connection of spiritual consciousness is the same heart, the night you were drunk..."

Xia Qi almost fell off the bed, he hurriedly stabilized his body, and made his voice sound nonchalant: "...ah, so it is like this... no wonder there is such a strange touch."

Perhaps it is the enchanting technique contained in the agreement itself, which makes the touch between Taoist couples seem to be something interesting...

Qing Yan on the opposite side also seemed to recall the strange feeling of being touched by the soul, and there was silence in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Xia Qi was at a loss for no reason, his ears started to burn, and he asked tentatively, "Bai Lan, that night... I fell asleep afterward?"

The voice over there was actually a bit gentle: "Yes."

Xia Qi breathed a sigh of relief just now, could those bits and pieces of memory be the illusion of half-dream and half-awake?

He heard Qing Yan's voice again, with a hint of a smile: "He even hugged the quilt and talked in his sleep."

Xia Qi's cheeks burned up suddenly... It really wasn't a dream!

He coughed hurriedly, and lay back on the bed, it seemed that the conversation made him extremely tired: "Ah, that, I'm going to sleep... Bo Lan also rested earlier."

After speaking, he turned over and covered himself tightly with the quilt, including his toes, leaving only a few messy and bewildered strands of hair hanging on the edge of the bed.

The erratic consciousness swayed around him, it seemed a little funny, and then it slowly dissipated.

Yang Feng's patrol team came back two days late.

Xia Qi frowned all day long, pacing back and forth on the snow-falling city wall, without brushing off the white snow from his shoulders.

I don't know how many times he glanced down, but this glance made his eyes freeze suddenly, and his pupils shrank.

He quickly left the city wall, walked halfway up the steps, and jumped down as if it was too slow.

The hood was lifted by the strong wind, and the savage snow wind brushed his cheeks, and the scene of Yang Feng's bloody body couldn't be forgotten in his mind.

He quickly came to the medical hall, but was stopped by Fu Wan with a dignified expression.

The doctor and Bian Qiuguang are treating Yang Feng in the hospital.

Heavy snow fell outside the house, falling silently, and there was an indistinguishable silence between heaven and earth.

He and Fu Wan looked at each other, and Fu Wan spread his palms.

In the palm of his hand lay more than a dozen shadow rings stained with blood.