Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

He Yan could recognize some of Hang Che's emotions, but only a few, no matter how many there were, he couldn't do anything about that cold face.

Spiritualism can ask people's thoughts, and the soul-caller can ask the thoughts of people whose cultivation level is lower than their own and whose mind is not strong; once they are confronted with people whose cultivation level is higher than their own and have a firm mind, there will be risks; People who suppress themselves and are extremely determined will be very dangerous.

In the latter two cases, it is not impossible to take the risk and succeed, but it is also possible to be backlashed by the opponent's resistance.

In view of the fact that Hang Che's cultivation level is not inferior to his in "The Human Face Doesn't Know Where to Go", and Hang Che is the kind of determined person, He Yan can't rashly use the soul-calling technique on Hang Che.

Looking at it right now, He Yan doesn't have anything in particular to figure out.

Except for the feeling that there seems to be no old friend.

There are many questions, just ask them face to face.

He Yan saw that Hang Che slightly lowered his head and looked sad, and thought it was a little funny: what happened to his unyielding aura of standing guard just now.

He Yan changed to a less sad topic: "Thank you today."

Thank you for Hang Che's statement in front of Yan Shuo.

Perhaps because the two of them are very clear-headed people, they communicated very smoothly. He Yan didn't need to explain too clearly. Hang Che could understand it as soon as he heard it. He said lightly: "It should be a husband."

He Yan was speechless: "...can you stop calling yourself 'husband'?"

Hang Che thought about it seriously for a moment, then flatly rejected him: "No."

Hang Che refused in every way, silently and straightforwardly. In just two days, He Yan went from being furious at the beginning to being helpless and staring helplessly. I had no choice but to give in.

As long as he is sure to beat Hang Che, he has already been suppressed by force.

Thinking that she was thanking the other party at this moment, He Yan told herself to calm down, let out a long breath, and said: "The Chang'an Order has always been the bottom line of peace that the mortal world and the cultivation world have worked hard to maintain. Yan Shuo is the Chang'an envoy, and rebelling against him is like rebelling against the emperor. Aren't you worried about taking the whole Hang family with your statement today?"

Hang Che's tone was calm, calm and calm: "In the current situation, Yan Shuo will not make enemies with the Hang family, let alone make enemies in Wulianggu. Whether I say anything or not today, he will calm things down. You don't have to Thanks to me, there is no need to worry about the Hang family."

You see, when Hang Che answered the conversation like this, he couldn't continue the conversation...

He Yan had figured out a way to talk to Hang Che. He couldn't figure out the questions in his stomach, so he started another topic on his own, and said without any preparation: "Do you know Soul Blade?"

The soul blade, which he has refined for many years by igniting fire with spiritualism, is only known to the people in Wuliang Valley, and he has never used it outside the valley.When killing the Soul Eater just now, he wanted to take the blade, but was stopped by Hang Che halfway.

Hang Che shook his head frankly: "I guess you want to use some kind of fairy art, and you don't know there is a soul blade."

He Yan: "..."

So I exposed the soul blade myself just now?

Hang Che didn't seem to have the pleasure of discovering other people's secrets, but instead said deeply: "The fairy art you practice is not an extraordinary art. It's better to be careful when it's not a last resort."

He Yan was not surprised that Hang Che was aware of it. He had fought with Hang Che before, and it was not surprising that he knew the forbidden art given the Hang family's involvement.

Hang Che said: "'The human face doesn't know where to go' is very powerful, and the array technique is secretive, so it must have used an extraordinary technique."

He Yan raised her eyebrows, waiting for Hang Che to reveal his cards.

Hang Che said without hesitation: "Spiritualism."

He Yan thought: He really knows.

Knowing this, He Yan didn't intend to cover it up: "You suppressed my soul blade at that time, because you were worried that people would see it and cause criticism?"

Hang Che: "The Hang family will not criticize you, there are others in the dark."

He Yan: "Qin Feng?"

Hang Che's eyes turned cold, as if he didn't want to mention this person more: "More than that."

He Yan: "Do you know there are others?"

Hang Che: "Guess."

He Yan was startled: Hang Che also guessed it.

He Yan could guess that there were other people following him because he was familiar with the habits of soul-eating creatures. The soul-eating monster appeared in the mortal world, lingered for a long time, and shot frequently, so it was likely to be manipulated. The person of the soul will not be too far away from the Soul Eater, it is likely to be in the dark.

So how did Hang Che guess it?

He Yan picked an entry point and asked, "That Meng Yao, what do you think?"

Hang Che was silent and refused to answer.

He Yan: "..."

Zhuoyu-jun, it is unacceptable for you to disregard public and private interests like this!

He Yan had no choice but to explain: "Her printing pad is dark, within three steps of her, the soul blade trembles."

"The soul blade reminds her that she has countless souls."

"There is only one possibility. He practiced a technique related to evocation and sucked other people's souls."

He continued to say a few words, but when he saw that Hang Che was listening seriously but didn't speak, he stopped on purpose.

Hang Che waited for a while, but saw no follow-up, and looked into He Yan's eyes questioningly.

Seeing that He Yan was waiting for him to speak with a smirk, he had no choice but to cooperate and asked what He Yan most wanted an audience to ask: "Why did she go looking for the Soul Eater?"

He Yan continued to show her expertise in satisfaction: "One must have at least two conditions to find a high-level evil spirit like the Soul Eater: one is to be fully sure that the Soul Eater can be mastered; the second is that the Soul Eater has the desired Things, such as Neidan."

"With her cultivation base, it is absolutely impossible to subdue the soul-devouring monster, otherwise she would not be eaten by the soul-devouring monster."

"Something must have clouded her judgment."

Hang Che cooperated with his wife at the right time, and said: "She didn't expect the soul-eating beast to advance."

right!He Yan's eyes lit up, and she thought of going together again.

As the saying goes, there are few cups of wine, but more than half a sentence without speculation.

Although Hang Che doesn't know how to chat, but He Yan's thinking is in sync with He Yan's, which makes He Yan feel very comfortable. He said eloquently: "Every one of the dead before Yuqian Town was eaten with two souls before committing suicide. Losing a living soul is very in line with the characteristics of a soul-eating beast that can only eat two souls of a living person at a time. Meng Yao first came to Yuqian Town based on this judgment, and she went to Luohupo with a plan in her mind. Soul Eater, she was caught off guard and lost her life."

Hang Che nodded slightly.

The two fell silent at the same time.

They all realized that there was still a missing link in this whole logic.

He Yan and Hang Che exchanged glances, and both of them squinted at the same time. Suddenly, the doubt appeared, and they said in unison: "Meng Yao."

"Meng Yao."

Yes, the problem is Meng Yao.

Why was Meng Yao the first to come to Yuqian Town?

Meng Yao's cultivation base is at the late stage of foundation establishment, plus the two male monks she brought with her at the early stage of foundation establishment, taking down a soul-eating beast that has already eaten several lives is like pulling teeth with a tiger's mouth, and there is basically no chance of winning.

There is only one possibility, Meng Yao has some special method to tame the soul-eating beast.

He Yan pondered: "Actually, soul-eating creatures can also be domesticated."

Hang Che showed a look of surprise: "Meng Yao tamed a soul-eating beast?"

He Yan also speculated that this was the case at the beginning, but he immediately denied this speculation: "If she domesticated it, how could she not know about the advancement of the soul-eating beast? And as the owner, it is impossible for her to be easily backlashed by her own domestication."

His thoughts turned quickly, his eyes flickered, and when he reached a critical point, he stopped unconsciously and looked at Hang Che with bright eyes.

Hang Che cooperated to tell the guess for him: "The real owner is her master."

He Yan sighed: "This makes sense. She is just doing things for the master. According to her previous experience, it is not difficult to get the soul-eating beast this time. He did not expect that the soul-eating beast has advanced."

"His master sent her, and he didn't know what was behind it."

"The more souls the Soul-devouring demon eats, the stronger the inner alchemy will be. Is it possible that his master actually sent her to die, and she can just kill people? What her master wants is the inner alchemy of the Soul-devouring demon! "

He Yan said excitedly, she was a little thirsty, and just about to drink water, a glass was brought to her hand, and he took it, and drank it in one gulp, with moist water glistening on her lips.

Hang Che's eyes followed his cup to his lips, and finally stopped lightly on his lips that were stained with water drops. He was silent for a moment, and turned his face away with a dignified expression.

He Yan pursed her lips, and then said: "There is one more thing that doesn't make sense. Your six sons have lived in the town for a few days, and her master must also be a cultivator. It is impossible not to recognize the Confucianism of the Hang family. Isn't he afraid of making a move at this time? , will the Hang family intervene halfway to meddle in their own affairs?"

Speaking of the Hang's family, she wanted to hear Hang Che's opinion. He Yan paused for a moment, but seeing no response from Hang Che, she asked unhappily, "Why did you say she insisted on picking this day to make a move?"

Hang Che lowered his eyes and did not look at him, and said solemnly: "The timing is just right."

He Yan clapped her palms and said yes, and said, "I've seen that Soul Devourer is a young demon who has just entered the advanced stage. Feed the soul, once the three of Meng Yao die, the owner will come out to collect the inner alchemy of the soul-devouring demon."

"So there is no choice for this day. Today is the day when it first becomes a demon."

He Yan thought quickly, thinking about the past, and asked, "That's why you rushed to Yuqian Town today in such a hurry?"

Hang Che was noncommittal.

He Yan glanced over the cup, just now one cup was not enough, he talked too much, he was thirsty again.

Just as he was about to pour water, another glass was handed over.

He raised his head again and finished drinking, before the cup fell down, he asked, "Could the owner be Yan Shuo?"

Hang Che looked at his lips that were dripping with water, curled his fingers in the dark, a bit like a gesture of wiping dry, he restrained his gaze away, and said, "No."

He Yan didn't think so either, and said, "Yan Shuo can just grab it, why bother to raise it by himself."

He Yan looked at him and asked, "Who is that?"

Hang Che's eyes drifted from left to right, but he still didn't look at him: "It's unknown at the moment."

He Yan felt a slight force on the cup he held in his hand. In his previous life, he was very used to being served by others to serve him tea and water, so he let go of the cup habitually.

Only then did he realize that the person serving the tea and water right now was Zhuo Yujun, so he lowered his head to look.

Seeing that Hang Che placed the blue and white cup in its original position accurately, and wiped off the water stains on the rim of the cup carefully.

He Yan choked for a moment, and popped up a question: "Hang Che, are you a Virgo?"

Hang Che directly ignored his cross-age question, glanced across the corner of his lips, turned his face away, never looked at him again, and turned his back to him and said, "It's late, go to sleep."

Having said that, He Yan also felt tired.

Hang Che still put ink talismans on the doors and windows, which was a little better than at noon, and the wall was spared.

He Yan slept on the bed, and Hang Che slept on the couch.

He Yan fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed, and when she was about to fall asleep, she glanced at Hang Che who was on the couch by the window in a daze.

The moonlight fell into the room through the window paper, and the room was filled with frost.

Hang Che lay quietly under the hazy moonlight, his body was blue and white, which was similar to the moonlight.

He Yan had read a lot of books in his life, and before he fell asleep, he suddenly thought of a sentence: A gentleman is like a moon, and a clear lake flows like frost.

On the first night of their wedding, He Yan slept very peacefully without any fuss.