My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Chapter 52

Dawn passed and the sky grew brighter.

The wind has also calmed down, and the heavy snow that has been drifting all night is much thinner, like shredded cotton fluffs floating in the gray and white sky.

The disciples who came to see them off dispersed, and there were only seven envoys sitting around the tombstone, silently drinking a jar of silver snow wine, each with their own concerns, and wanted to accompany this new tomb again.

Yang Feng's injuries were too serious, his soul was almost completely stripped off, and many rescue methods only lasted his life for a few days after all.

Xia Qi lowered his eyes to watch Bai Xue melt into the wine cup, and remembered that he had visited the hospital not long ago. He saw Yang Feng lying in many magic circles through the window lattice, thinking that he was healing, but it turned out that he was just trying his best to nourish the last A few wisps of spirit.

Demon hunters will experience many such moments. In the previous life, Xia Qi had no emotional perception, so he didn't have any special feelings about it. The other seven envoys often send others away, and the most sad thing is the replacement of the seven envoys.

Only now did he understand that no matter if it was a brother who had been with him for decades or a junior who had only met once, if he sacrificed, there would be an incurable scar in his memory.

Xia Qi suddenly understood Qing Yan's concern for him. Although in the chaos, disciples of all sects would inevitably have to face monsters, but as a demon hunter at the forefront of resisting demons, they were indeed facing more unknown dangers.

Is this why after he returned to Xiaoshan, Qingyan always left a ray of consciousness in the mustard seed?

Fortunately, the devil is now showing signs of being suppressed. I hope that in the near future, there will be no need to worry about each other with Qingyan Tiandi.

He also wanted to do his best to reduce the number of casualties before the plague ended.

He was silent for a long time, and the people in the sea of ​​knowledge couldn't help calling him worriedly.

Xia Qi came back to his senses, blinked slowly, knew that the other party wanted to comfort him, and sighed softly in the sea of ​​consciousness: "...Bai Lan, I know that I can only mourn now, I may not be very free and easy... I can't get used to such things .”

After the banquet, the deep and gentle voice was soothing: "Aqi, don't get used to it. Respect and remember their sacrifices, just keep going."

Xia Qi stroked the sword silently, he knew very well what his fellow disciples had stuck to all his life.

Qingyan's words made him suddenly realize that what he can do now is not to waste the road paved by the victims, and... remember them, so that the flowers in front of the tombstone will never wither.

After that day, the room across from Xia Qi was no longer lively.

Yang Feng's elder brother was invited by the doctor of the medical clinic to work as a helper in the medical clinic to take care of the spirit beasts and demon cultivator children, so he naturally lived there too, presumably to give the old man who sent the black-haired man away some sustenance for the rest of his life.

Xia Qi helped move there, put things in order, and noticed that the old man was silent and aged a lot, and his gentle and loving eyes had lost their light.

The little gray mink in the corner seemed to notice his depression, and quietly crawled over to rub against him, and Xia Qi scratched its furry chin with his fingers.

The doctor took a look at the little spirit beast, and said to Xia Qi: "This injury is almost healed, why don't you take it back to raise it, and relieve your boredom?"

The demon hunters who picked up the injured spirit beasts would take them home to raise them after they were healed, and other demon hunters would come around from time to time to catch one and take it away.

Small spiritual things are not difficult to raise, can take care of themselves, and have a good ability to survive.

The disciple who brought back the little gray mink died not long ago, and the little gray mink is timid, usually huddled in a corner, only crawling out when Xia Qi came to visit it every now and then.

Xia Qi looked down at the little gray mink, and the little black eyes of the little spirit beast looked at him obediently.

He couldn't help laughing, remembering that he told Qing Yan that he would take it to Xinghui Peak, he couldn't help agreeing: "Okay, I happen to live alone, and the place is big."

Seeing the whereabouts of another spirit beast, the doctor couldn't help laughing: "Feed it when there is meat, and it will go out to look for food by itself the rest of the time."

Xia Qi picked up the little gray mink and left, stroking the fluffy fur on the way, with a bit of happiness on his face.

Curiously, he gently twirled the three tails of the little gray mink, and chatted with Qingyan in Zhihai: "Bai Lan, the little gray mink has three tails."

The other side seemed to be paying attention to him all the time, and replied after hearing the words: "This is Xueling Weasel. Generally speaking, the three tails can already transform the demon core...but its demon power is weak, so it should be stripped of the demon core."

Xia Qi's heart tightened. He knew that Nanfeng hunted and slaughtered demon cultivators, and was even more cruel to spirit beasts. He couldn't help touching the little gray mink with pity, and comforted him softly: "Follow me and Bo Lan from now on, so you don't have to suffer... How is it, little gray?"

The people in the Sea of ​​Consciousness were silent for a few breaths: "Snow Ling Weasel, it's white."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing when he heard Haili's voice: "...it's just dirty."

He unbelievably brushed off the little gray mink's fur, and the root of the gray hair close to the flesh was indeed white...

If you want to come to the medical center, the doctor only cares about the health of the spirit beasts, so there is no time to clean them one by one.

Xia Qi couldn't help laughing, and rubbed his ashen little head: "It must be for nothing to take you back to wash. Bai Lan, come and pick a name."

Looking at the ashes curled up in Xia Qi's arms quietly, the spiritual consciousness overflowing with sword spikes said: "... Sui Sui."

He smiled: "Peace every year, or do we see each other often?"

Consciousness Sea also smiled: "There are both."

Xia Qi has risen to a higher level, the movement of spiritual energy has been reversed, and the meridians and lungs have quickly returned to their previous state, especially the spiritual consciousness has become more tenacious.

He finished his break and joined the rotation around Xiaoshan.

The replacement of the Seven Envoys turned into ashes in his heart, like a sword hanging above his head, which made him feel uncomfortable every time he recalled it, and urged him to practice more diligently.

Unexpectedly, Xia Qi became confused in martial arts due to his cultivation base soaring.

Recently, he was fighting fiercely with monsters, and he became more and more aware that the third level of the Xiaoyaoyou Sword Art has never been fully understood.

The first two layers of the sword formula, breath blowing and going to Yuntian, one attack and one defense, are the most proficient and most frequently used by him, and he can even change his own moves.And You Wuxian on the third floor spent the most time in the past five years, but also the slowest to comprehend.

The space between the sword moves has its shape, but it has no meaning.

Especially after consecration, the improved cultivation can try more sword moves, but there are still obstacles on the third floor.

In his previous life, he asked Bian Qiuguang many times for advice, but he was always suppressed mercilessly by the other party, who also said that his sword moves had too much killing intent.

He is very puzzled, the sword master kills, the sword move is supposed to control the enemy and win, isn't it just a joke if there is no killing intention?

Xia Qi couldn't figure it out before, but now he is even more confused. When he is not on duty, he often goes to the quiet open space behind the side hall, practicing sword and comprehending.

Suisui was gently rubbed three times in the warm water of the wooden basin, and the hair all over his body became white and soft. He often went out together lying on Xia Qi's shoulder, and when Xia Qi finished practicing the sword, he climbed up Xia Qi and went back together.

Xia Qi usually sits cross-legged on the snow quietly, reminiscing about the sword move just now.

Sui Sui was rolling and playing in the snow beside him, he rubbed his snow-white belly, picked up the twigs it was playing with, and drew in the snow the magic circle that Qing Yan had improved for him.

Recently, he has become proficient in using this magic circle, and it is very well combined with the first and second layers of Xiaoyaoyou, so the third layer is even more jerky and difficult to understand.

There was a spiritual consciousness in Jiansui, it was Qing Yan who was finally able to rest for a while, saw the magic circle on the ground, remembered Xia Qi's recent movements, and couldn't help asking: "Have you been confused recently?"

Xia Qi was a little embarrassed, his Taoist couple was a master of swordsmanship, and his sword was shocking.And he can't even practice his own sword art well... On second thought, maybe he can ask Yunzhang the first swordsman's opinion on the question of kendo?

So I told Qing Yan about my confusion recently, and I was just about to propose to give Qing Yan a rehearsal. Although Qing Yan left a wisp of consciousness in the mustard seed, it was only to be able to respond to him at any time, and would not always pay attention to his movements. .

But Wen Qingyan pondered for a while before speaking: "Xiaoyaoyou's first and second layers of sword art rely on proficiency and instinctive reactions, while the third layer of sword art is most affected by sword intent."

Xia Qi was taken aback after hearing this, and blurted out doubts: "How does Bo Lan know so clearly?"

"You and I have dealt with the enemy together, so I can see it. I also saw that you rarely use the third-level sword move in a crisis, which shows that you don't have a complete grasp of it." Sea of ​​Consciousness replied unhurriedly, "Hunter Demons usually use their swords to take the lives of monsters, and their moves are inevitably tainted with strong killing intent. Xiaoyaoyou's mentality is as cold as dust, frost and snow, and it is like a light wind, which really does not match it."

Xia Qi was stunned when he heard this, it turns out that Qing Yan has already seen through all his sword tactics and level?He couldn't help coughing with guilt: "But isn't Master the same as me... Uh, wait," he suddenly realized something, "Master's sword moves don't seem to feel killing intent, but they move silently to take vital points... ..."

Seeing that he had reacted in an instant, Qingyan continued: "The master of the side sect has a pure and tenacious Taoist heart. You don't need to adapt to the mind of Xiaoyaoyou. Instead, you can use your heart to control your mind. Your sword intent does not have the support of a Taoist heart, but you just learned it from the master of the side sect. Naturally, it cannot support the third layer of sword moves."

Xia Qi lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, half understanding: "So, I have to learn Master's sword heart first?"

Qing Yan said: "As far as I know, the master of the side gate's sword formula was taught by Yue Luo, the old master of the Shifang Pavilion, but the sword heart of the master of Yue Pavilion is also different from that of the master of the side gate."

Xia Qi became more and more confused, and in the chaos of his thoughts, he heard the people in the sea of ​​knowledge slowly and patiently explaining: "Ah Qi, you can't let yourself follow the sword formula, but let the sword formula follow your heart. Every move and every move is just a formality. , only you can endow them with sword intent."

He was taken aback for a moment, since he became a monk in his last life, he didn't have emotions and desires, and he even managed to realize the heart of the Tao...

Qing Yan seemed to know what he was wondering, and continued to speak softly, "No one can help you find out the Dao Heart, but it may already exist, but you haven't noticed it yet."

Perhaps it was Qing Yan's deep and patient voice, like a warm wind carrying a woody fragrance, which for no reason soothed the slight anxiety in his heart, and he felt a burst of peace of mind.

He sat on the snow, did not use magic to block the falling snow, and let the soft white snow slowly accumulate on his shoulders and black hood.And the eyes under the hood were clear and clear, looking at the small magic circle in front of him, he fell into contemplation, and his heart, which had been confused and agitated due to the bottleneck recently, gradually calmed down.

There is only a vast tranquility left in the world in his heart.

Xia Qi knew that Dao Xin refers to the determination in the monk's heart that drives the weapon in his hand.

When the sword master kills, the sword bearer must not have any fear or hesitation in his heart.

Dao Xin needs to be firm, clear and clear.On the way of practice, it will be questioned countless times, and it must not be shaken in the slightest after being tempered.

His whole life seemed to be going against his fate, looking back on the things that had driven him forward, nothing more than——

When I was young, I kept falling in the mud and never gave up struggling.

When he grew up, he learned that he could not cultivate, so he still picked up the sword manual and began to practice swords diligently.

Died by evil cultivators but unwilling to die, from being afraid of ferocious spirit beasts to fearlessly slaughtering monsters and evil cultivators.

No matter how far away you are, you can kill your enemies with your hands...

He has never asked himself to do great things, let alone dream of ascension. He just wants to stop innocent people from suffering and children from being displaced when the heavens are overturned and the torrents are toppled.

If you are incompetent and unable to protect more people, just hope that the sword in your hand can protect one person safe and sound.

As long as he is still there, he will not take a step back from that person.

Xia Qi suddenly felt vaguely that on him, the thing that supported him to move forward seemed to be called...

Unruly and unyielding.