Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

And since He Yan entered the moon dusk, Lord Zhuo Yu made a rule not to allow outsiders to enter the moon dusk.

There is only one person who has special treatment and can pass through the moon and dusk at will, and that person is Xie Jingyan.

So there is this scene:

In the study, Hang Che untied He Yan's hairband and combed her hair with a serious face, while He Yan squinted with enjoyment.When Xie Jingyan returned to the moon dusk, he heard someone in the study, and went there without any evil thoughts. He was exposed to the sun outside the gate, and took a painful mouthful of love.

He was fast, his first reaction was to dodge, and he jumped to the gate of the small courtyard. Thinking of something, he retreated to the small courtyard, rescued the poor white dragon horse with its head deeply buried in the flower branch, and fled quickly, one by one. That embarrassing scene.

Since childhood, Hang Che didn't allow people to get close to him, and kept himself clean, so he didn't neglect the way of grooming. He combed He Yan's hair neatly, looking clean and energetic.

After silently looking at it for a moment, looking down, I don't know what to see, the wind of the palm swept He Yan's shoulder, and closed the palm into a fist, catching something in the palm of the hand.

He Yan raised her head and said with a smile: "The upright and upright Zhuo Yujun has learned so much about the boudoir, do you know how to draw eyebrows?"

Hang Che traced He Yan's eyebrows in response.

He Yan bent her eyes and stared straight at him: "Do you really want to have your eyebrows thrush?"

He followed Hang Che straight with his eyes, catching a trace of Hang Che's distraction as he wished.

He Yan half-closed her eyes, looking as if she was about to smile or not, and the corners of her eyes, brows, and lips were filled with a faint smile, as if a layer of soft light had been applied. His noble son is very attractive.

However, where Hang Che couldn't see, his fingers tucked into his sleeves had joined together to cast a spell, turning a blood-red aura.

Hang Che suddenly closed his eyes heavily, his brows were furrowed, his body lost his strength and leaned forward slightly, he suddenly had a headache and couldn't stand upright.

He Yan suddenly opened her eyes, red light flashed in her eyes, and she muttered something.

Hang Che leaned heavily on the back of the chair with one hand, supported his body that was about to lean forward, and shook his head in pain.

After He Yan's soul curse ended, the blood in his eyes flowed, and a breathtaking voice came out of his lips: "Hang Che, who are you?"

Hang Che rested his forehead with one hand, his face was in pain, his lips parted, and he swallowed heavily again.

He Yan raised her voice, and said straight to people's hearts: "Tell me, who are you?"

The veins of Hang Che's hand clutching the back of the chair burst out, and the fingertips were embedded in the hard wood, and the rosewood wood as hard as iron was scratched with deep claw marks.

Hang Che pursed his lips hard, and swallowed the words he almost blurted out again.

He Yan suddenly got up.

The heavy chair lost a person's weight, and under Hang Che's great strength, it fell dangerously forward.

He Yan jumped onto the chair, pressed it straight, and leaned against Hang Che.

He and Hang Che faced each other, and gradually approached. His blood-red eyes met Hang Che's eyes. He emphasized his tone, and urged and bewitched: "Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep. What's the next sentence?"

"Hang Yaoxian, answer me."

When Hang Che heard "Hang Yaoxian", his pupils shrank, his eyes widened slowly, and his frowning eyebrows relaxed a bit, as if—— he liked this title very much.

He Yan also realized it, and he moved closer, breathing on Hang Che's face, his voice became more and more bewitching: "Like me calling you Yaoxian?"

Hang Che resisted the great pain of his soul being restrained and slowly turned his head away, as if he wanted to make a movement of shaking his head in resistance.

However, the strength required to do this movement seemed to be a hundred times greater than that of strangling the Soul Eater with one hand. He struggled to shake halfway, and suddenly stopped, with a hint of honest liking in his eyes.

The sudden stop was because He Yan suddenly called him softly: "Yaoxian."

"Yaoxian." He Yan shouted again.

Even with all his strength, Hang Che couldn't resist the crushing liking in his heart, so he nodded very slowly and sincerely.

He Yan said again: "Do you like me calling you that?"

There was tenderness in Hang Che's eyes. He nodded this time, and he solemnly admitted without any resistance.

He Yan asked again: "Who am I?"

He didn't give Hang Che any time to think and resist, and quickly asked: "Am I Liang Yao or He Yan?"

It seemed that this question was difficult to answer, Zhuo Yujun, who had always been calm, was slightly at a loss.

The blood in He Yan's eyes became redder, and he approached Hang Che forcefully. His voice was originally clear and cheerful, but now it was depressed and hoarse. He stared at Hang Che and asked, "Lin Yun?"

Hang Che grabbed it with one hand and shattered the hard rosewood. The back of the chair was shattered. He lost his support and staggered forward. He Yan supported him with both hands.

Hang Che's whole body trembled, and He Yan could fully understand the great pain that Hang Che was enduring.

Because he is not more relaxed than Hang Che at this time.

Spiritualism can be used to interrogate love.

The effect of interrogation is determined by the spiritual power, cultivation base, and will of both the caster and the recipient.

With the depth of He Yan's practice, there is almost no fairy art in the cultivation world today that can defeat his soul-calling technique; with He Yan's cultivation base at the middle stage of the golden core, it is not difficult to contain a monk at the late stage of the golden core.

As for the will, the second senior brother Shan Jihuan volunteered to try He Yan's technique, but Wu Lianggu unanimously recognized that the strong-willed Shan Jihuan could not interfere with He Yan's thoughts at all.

After a period of observation, He Yan knew that Hang Che's will was much firmer than ordinary people's, and he has been standing still.

Today, he intentionally relaxed the atmosphere, intentionally seduced, and took advantage of Hang Che's loosening of will to attack suddenly. He never thought that Hang Che could resist to such an extent at such a favorable time and place.

As a caster, He Yan was in great pain because of Hang Che's resistance.The pain of the subject was double or even several times that of his. Hang Che's pupils shrank and enlarged dangerously, excruciatingly painful.

Any extension of the operation time would definitely hurt Hang Che's soul. He Yan hesitated for a moment.

However, before he could hesitate, Hang Che, who was at the end of his strength, suddenly let out a low cry, bloodshot from the center of his brow.

Rebounded by Hang Che's spiritual power, He Yan staggered and almost fell.

Hang Che's eyes on the opposite side gradually became clearer.

He Yan, who did something bad, didn't shy away from it, and put on her usual cynical smile on her face, as if the confrontation just now was just an ordinary joke.

Within a few breaths, Hang Che had recovered to normal, and the time of waking up was shorter than He Yan expected, and He Yan was shocked again, never expecting that Hang Che's cultivation was so solid.

The sober Hang Che didn't question him, but just looked at him lightly and said, "Your spiritualism can't move me."

He Yan smiled contemptuously: "From the time you lost your 'human face', I knew that I would have to fight with my life to summon your soul. But, as long as the time is right, I'd still like to ask the third master Qing." It can be done."

Hang Che took a deep look at He Yan, they were very close, and he could slightly feel the burning and painful temperature of He Yan's spiritual power. Knowing that He Yan's move hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred, he put his heart in his heart to collect it. She clenched her hair tightly, said in a deep voice, "Only this once."

He Yan was slightly taken aback, and realized that what Hang Che said was right—he took advantage of Hang Che's defenselessness today to get the upper hand, and later it will be difficult.

He had to admit that Hang Che's physique, will and cultivation were as if he was born to dominate him, and he didn't know whether to lament the bad luck and encounter a natural enemy, or to be grateful that this person was not an enemy by chance.

On this day, go to Mr. Chunxin according to the usual etiquette.

Hang Che insisted on reporting the affairs of the Hang family one by one every day, but Mr. Chun Xin didn't like to listen to it. After listening to it hastily, he wanted to talk to He Yan.

The whole Hang family is either big or small, only Chun Xinjun and He Yan, one old and one young, have the same smell and have a good chat.

After chatting for a few days, He Yan was both envious and sympathetic towards Chun Xinjun.The former Chun Xinjun was very intelligent, he cultivated Jindan early and wandered around the world, staying away from everything.The posture has been unrestrained for hundreds of years, until the prodigal son turned back when the Hang family was in distress.The burden that was thrown down hundreds of years ago has been picked up in the past, the blue hair is no longer there, all the old people are gone, only Chun Xinjun is left...

He Yan suddenly thought of something, pointed to Hang Che who consciously let him go to the porch outside the house to hold a scroll and read quietly alone, and asked, "So, why are you in a hurry to hand over your family to Zhuo Yujun?"

Chun Xinjun laughed loudly: "Little friend, don't worry, my life is long."

He called Hang Che in, and said with a slightly stern expression: "It will be fifteen in a few days, Xianmenghui, can you go?"

"Us?" He Yan wondered, "Should I go too?"

Hang Che respectfully replied: "Let's go."

He Yan looked at Hang Che: "Didn't you say that the Hang family doesn't need an alliance?"

Lord Chun Xin stroked his beard, and said inscrutablely, "The big show is about to start, how can I miss it."

If there is a movie to watch, He Yan is naturally willing to go with her.

On September [-]th, the Hang family set off.

You have to go thousands of miles away in a day, and only Yujian is there.

He Yan finally saw Hang Che's sword, and thought it was a jade belt buckled around his waist, but after shaking it off, the sharpness became clear and he realized it was a sword.

The Hang family is good at using soft swords, and the children of the Hang family all carry swords on their backs, only Hang Che is so unique.

It's not that others don't like to buckle the sword around their waists, but that they can't do it.

The Hangjia soft sword is very tough and can be bent.But how can fine steel be easily bent?Only when one's cultivation reaches a certain level can the Hang family's sword be bent into an elegant arc.

However, to realize how to bend a heavy sword in a circle and buckle it around his waist like Hang Che did, an extremely high level is required.

Chun Xinjun said to He Yan: "The Hang family has a quirk. Daidai Fujun prefers to hold his sword at his waist, and refuses to draw it easily. Do you think that Hang Che is poor and fastidious? You don't know, the previous generations Fujun's particular faults are definitely not inferior to him, especially Hang Xin (Kongshan Jun). Hang Xin was chased by Lou Lang and fought two big fights, and was forced to untie the sword on his waist. Lou Lang was so fascinated by that style that he couldn't give up. You see, I'm also a Fujun, so I don't pay attention to it. I don't bother to buckle the sword around my waist, and I don't mess with the flowers and plants. I advise you to watch Don't let Hang Che use his sword in front of others."

Hang Che's sword, the famous sword Liushuang.

He Yan recited silently: "Zhuo Yujun, Hang Che, Hang Yaoxian, Liushuangjian, hiss!"

Chun Xinjun once said to him with bitter teeth: "'A gentleman is like the moon, clear water flows like frost', what message did Hang Che's father leave for his son?! The text is so sour that my old man dare not give his son the name."

He Yan deeply felt the same way, Hang Che, the literary and artistic assistant of the Hang family, is really outrageously exquisite.

The author has something to say:

[About the sword: The original text stated that "the buckle on the waist is thought to be a jade belt. After shaking it off, it is only when the sharpness is fully revealed that it is a sword." I used the word "button" very carefully in the article. , rings and other things to cover or hold", to cover or hold, it means that there is a belt underneath, such as a cloth belt or something.Seeing a baby leaving a message, I hereby explain it. 】