After Immortal Qing Leng loses his memory

It was true that he vomited blood, and it was true that he fell down. Xuan Shuang was indeed frightened by Qi Yao at first, but when Qi Yao's hands wrapped around his waist, Xuan Shuang finally realized and pushed Qi Yao away suddenly.

Qi Yao staggered twice and stabilized his figure. His long eyebrows were slightly twisted, as if he was enduring the pain. Qi Yao raised his palm and stroked his heart. His wound hadn't healed yet, and thick blood was still flowing out. The smell of blood is getting heavier.

Xuan Shuang didn't like this taste, couldn't help frowning, and said, "Why are you pretending to be pitiful?"

Qi Yao is a monk, this sword is ordinary, it can't help him at all, the person who is imprisoned is himself, as long as Qi Yao wants to, he can use his spiritual power to heal the wound at any time.

The current situation is just trying to play tricks in front of him and win his sympathy.

"Xuan Shuang.."

Xuan Shuang's indifferent expression and words made Qi Yao's heart twitch suddenly, and he hissed lightly. Seeing that he was still pretending, Xuan Shuang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Xuan Shuang turned over and lay down on the couch, with his back to Qi Yao.

Qi Yao stared at his back for a long time, then slowly approached him, and thought of the blood all over his body, if he touched Xuan Shuang, he would definitely be displeased.

He stopped the bleeding, performed another body cleansing technique, and after making sure that there was no smell, he got on the couch and lay down beside Xuan Shuang.

Qi Yao stared at the back of Xuan Shuang's head, and suddenly remembered what Xuan Shuang asked him that day about their relationship.

Since Drunken Dream City, he has lived in a muddle every day. He thought that he would soon be able to get rid of the entanglement of the inner demon, but in fact it was not. The inner demon was still there, tormenting him day and night.

It wasn't until Xuanshuang disappeared in front of his eyes that day that he realized that he was far from hating Xuanshuang as he imagined. The hatred in his heart had already changed unconsciously, and he didn't understand this until he lost Xuanshuang. .

The north wind picked up again, and the window lattice made a slight thumping sound.

Xuan Shuang's satin-like long hair hung down, revealing a slender and delicate neck, Qi Yao's eyes moved slightly, and his long straight fingers curled up suddenly, he suppressed his desire to touch Xuan Shuang.

Qi Yao knew that Xuan Shuang didn't want to talk to him, so it was best not to speak out at this time, but the person he was thinking about was right in front of him, so Qi Yao couldn't be indifferent.

After hesitating for a while, Qi Yao turned to Xuan Shuang's back and said slowly in a hoarse voice:

"I did something wrong in the past."

"I know it's useless to say anything now."

"You don't have to forgive me."

"But can you not drive me away and give me a chance to redeem myself?"

"Xuan Shuang, I don't want to leave you."

But no matter what Qi Yao said, Xuan Shuang still turned his back to him, and there was no movement.

Qi Yao closed his eyes, feeling a turbulent depression in his chest, but there was nothing he could do about it.

..

The next day, the wind and snow had stopped, and outside an inn, the road was blocked by white snow, and no pedestrians were seen.

Xuan Shuang was sitting in the hall, holding a teacup in his hand, staring outside in a daze.

Hearing the movement, he looked up towards the stairwell, met his gaze, Qi Yao paused, and then walked towards him slowly.

Not seen for more than 200 years, Qi Yao can no longer see the shadow of the past at all. The person standing in front of Xuan Shuang is tall and leggy, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, sword eyebrows and deep eyes, with a sense of sharpness, like an unsheathed sword. Sword, the whole body exudes a faint evil spirit.

The young man who was pure and pure in the past is long gone.Yes, he was originally pretending.

Xuan Shuang's eyes moved, and he slowly lowered his gaze, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, frowning slightly.

Just as he was about to put down the teacup, a long, straight and shapely hand reached out and clasped the hand holding the cup. It was wide and warm, in stark contrast to Xuanshuang's coldness.

"The water is cold."

Xuan Shuang froze for a moment.

The heat flowed along the place where the two met, Xuan Shuang came back to his senses, and just about to shake him off, Qi Yao withdrew his hand.

Xuan Shuang's vision blurred for a moment, his eyelashes were covered with heat, he lowered his head, the teacup in his hand was emitting dense mist and exuding a mellow fragrance.

Xuan Shuang moved her fingers, and finally said nothing, just drank the warm tea in one gulp, put down the teacup, and left the inn.

Seeing this, Qi Yao immediately raised his heels up.

Xuan Shuang went back the way he came and went, with the sound of snow rustling under his feet, leaving a long series of clear footprints, the two walked one after the other.

Xuan Shuang's figure was tall and thin, with black hair hanging down to his waist, and a white robe dragging on the ground, blending with the surrounding ice and snow, as if it could dissipate at any time, and he could never be found again.

"Xuan Shuang, where are you going?" Qi Yao's heart tightened, seeing that Xuan Shuang seemed to be leaving Rakshasa City, he said: "The weather is bad now—"

"Where am I going?" Xuan Shuang said calmly without stopping, "What does it have to do with you?"

Qi Yao looked sad for a moment when he heard the words, but he didn't back down because of Xuan Shuang's sarcastic words, Qi Yao quickened his pace, walked side by side with Xuan Shuang, and said in a low voice: "It's snowing everywhere in the north, is there any place you want to go? ?”

Xuan Shuang didn't even raise the end of her eyes, as if she didn't hear his words.

"If there is nowhere to go," Qi Yao pursed his lips, and continued, with an imperceptible flattery in his tone, "Why don't you go to the south, where the temperature is pleasant, and you will definitely like it..."

Xuan Shuang was still walking on his own, with a dull expression and no waves in his eyes.

"Xuan Shuang...can you talk to me?"

Qi Yao couldn't figure it out, although Xuan Shuang didn't give him any good looks last night, he was able to care for people and talk to him anyway, why he woke up like a different person, with sarcastic remarks and extreme indifference.

Just when Qi Yao thought Xuan Shuang would not react, he saw him stop.

Just as Qi Yao was about to speak, Xuan Shuang said, "Listen."

"Listen to what?" Qi Yao asked.

Xuan Shuang didn't answer, but just stared straight ahead, Qi Yao had no choice but to follow his gaze, and there was nothing in front of him, a vast expanse of whiteness.

But when Qi Yao calmed down, he heard a faint cry for help, faint and far away, if you don't listen carefully, it is easy to be ignored. The person calling for help seems to be far away, but the sound is carried by the wind and blown here .

Xuan Shuang looked at Qi Yao. Although he didn't say a word, Qi Yao understood what he meant. Qi Yao turned his ear to identify the direction of the cry for help, and then went to hold Xuan Shuang's hand. Xuan Shuang lifted him up. Hand dodged.

Just at this time, the cry for help came again, as thin as the moaning of a mosquito, and then I couldn't hear it anymore, and I couldn't tell the direction.

"You don't have spiritual power, it's hard to find someone in the world of ice and snow," Qi Yao said, grabbing Xuan Shuang's hand again, "That person can't wait for us to find him slowly..."

I obviously have spiritual power but can't use it, and I don't know who gave it to me?

Xuan Shuang gave him a cold look, but didn't resist anymore, Ren Qiyao took his hand and searched for the approximate location of the last cry for help.

Fortunately, the heavy snow had subsided last night and did not cover the footprints of the pedestrians. The two searched for a while, but they found footprints in the snow before they walked too far. One foot was deep and the other was shallow.

Looking along the footprints, there was a person lying in the snow in front of him. Xuan Shuang and Qi Yao looked at each other, and immediately walked over.

The man was dressed as a monk, with his sword dropped to his side. He looked about [-] years old, and his appearance was delicate and clean, but his complexion was black and blue, and his lips were white, as if he had suffered a serious injury. After lying in the ground for a whole night, the breath is very weak now, and it is about to die.

Xuan Shuang didn't hesitate, he took out a pill from his Qiankun sleeve and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

He hid a lot of elixirs in his sleeve, all of which were given to him by Hua Wan before he crossed the catastrophe. Xuanshuang didn't use much at that time, so he left a lot, and among them were elixirs for healing internal injuries.

The elixir melted in his mouth, and after a while, the color of the man's lips eased slightly, it was no longer the dead whiteness just now, but he didn't wake up immediately.

Xuan Shuang observed for a while, then said: "Give him some spiritual energy."

Qi Yao raised his eyes slightly, Xuan Shuang saw this and said, "You don't want to?"

Qi Yao pursed his lips, Xuan Shuang had already given the man the elixir, his internal injuries were gradually healing, and he would wake up soon, there was really no need for Qi Yao to help him cross the spirit.

"No."

Qi Yao was afraid of offending him, so he didn't refuse.

He lowered his head and put his fingers together between the man's brows. The pure spiritual power entered the man's altar. The next moment, Xuan Shuang noticed the movement of the frost-covered fingers on the man's side, and slowly opened his closed eyes. open.

Xuan Shuang said: "This fellow Taoist, are you alright?"

The man's dark pupils stared fixedly at Xuan Shuang, as if he hadn't realized where he was yet.

Qi Yao frowned, coughed lightly, and said, "I'm asking you something, didn't you hear me?"

The man was so startled by his sound that he came back to his senses, looked around, recalled his situation before he fell into a coma, and said, "Many, thank you two fellow Taoists for saving your life."

The man was struggling to get up from the ground, Xuan Shuang just wanted to help him when he saw this, a hand went over him, Xuan Shuang paused, and didn't move any more.

Qi Yao grabbed the man's arm, pulled him up from the ground, then let go, took a step back and stood side by side with Xuan Shuang.

The man paused slightly, glanced at him, then at Xuanshuang, then bowed his hands to the two, and said, "I'm the chief disciple of the Canglan Sect, Xi Xin, do you know the names of the two fellow Taoists?"

"My surname is Xuan." Xuan Shuang said.

Qi Yao glanced at him and followed suit, "The surname is Qi."

Seeing that the two of them didn't seem to want to reveal their names, Xi Xin wisely didn't ask.

Xuan Shuang has never heard of the Canglan Sect, so it should be a newly established sect, but he has an extraordinary bearing in Guanxi, and his cultivation has reached the stage of transforming gods, so he has achieved a small amount of success, what has he experienced to hang his life on the line?

"Why is Fellow Daoist Xi unconscious here?" Xuan Shuang asked.

Xi Xin pursed his lips. He didn't know the identity of the two of them, so he was a little hesitant to tell the truth, but he also thought of the brothers who were still waiting for him to bring the rescuers back, so they couldn't waste any more time.

Xi Xin thought about this, he sighed in his heart, and said: "Two days ago, I took my senior brothers on a mission and strayed into a forbidden area, which disturbed the evil spirits who were retreating inside. Most of my senior brothers were killed and injured, and they protected me. Escaped, I am about to go back to the master's gate for help..."

Forbidden place?Demon?

Xuan Shuang frowned and said, "Where is the forbidden area?"

Seeing him ask, Xi Xin estimated the approximate distance and said, "It takes about half a day to travel here."

Xuan Shuang asked him again: "How far is your master's gate from here?"

"It's about the same distance as going to the forbidden area." Xi Xin said: "Thank you for saving your life, I'm sorry I can't greet you anymore, my brothers are still waiting for me, I have to go back to the teacher's door and tell the master to save people..."

"Your current physical condition is not suitable for running around anymore, and your juniors are dying." Xuan Shuang said: "If you want to rescue them as soon as possible, why don't you lead the way?"

Xi Xin was stunned for a moment, and said: "You two want to go with me to the forbidden place to save people?"

Qi Yao didn't respond, Xuan Shuang nodded.

Xi Xin said: "The evil spirits in the forbidden area have extremely high levels of cultivation. It has reached the early stage of Mahayana. There is no repayment for the kindness of saving your life. How can you let the two of you take risks for me again..."

Demons in the early days of Mahayana?

Qi Yao and Xuan Shuang looked at each other, they both thought of Zhang Lan, he was already at the late stage of fusion in 200 years, and now it is indeed very possible to practice to the Mahayana stage.

If it wasn't for Zhang Lan, an evil spirit of this level might have escaped from Tai'a Mountain 200 years ago, and it must be eliminated.

"Stop talking nonsense," Qi Yao interrupted Xi Xin impatiently, and summoned the Qi'e sword while speaking, "Do you still want to save your juniors, if you let you lead the way, then lead the way!"

Xuan Shuang stepped on the Qi'e Sword, and Qi Yao followed behind him. Seeing that Xi Xin was still standing still, he stretched out his hand to drag him up and left him behind.

The tip of the sword turned in one direction, Xi Xin stabilized his figure, pointed forward, and said, "Go straight in this direction..."

Xi Xin couldn't see through the cultivation bases of the two of them, which only meant that their cultivation bases were higher than his, but he had no idea how much higher they were.

"Don't fall," Qi Yao leaned forward, put his hands on Xuanshuang's waist, and said in a low voice, "I'll support you."

Xuan Shuang: ".."

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