Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

four people?

Shan Jihuan came over holding the chessboard and placed it in front of He Yan.

He Yan didn't need to look to know that the chess pieces on the tray must be being moved to the periphery of the chessboard.

He Yan was not nervous, and said with a smile: "Second senior brother, your chess piece is passive, and the formation can't hold it. I blame you. You will marry me when the time comes."

Shan Jihuan kindly came over to remind He Yan, but He Yan beat him upside down, holding up the chessboard as if to shoot, He Yan yelled: "Second senior brother, you hurt me by hitting me, and you will defend!"

Shan Jihuan's face became even darker, he put away the chessboard and shouted: "I don't know how to summon spirits, so I can't defend this formation, otherwise I would have come to defend it earlier. Lord Zhuoyu has a high level of cultivation, don't take it lightly, you are serious about defending the formation!"

He Yan smiled, straightened her crooked legs, and settled her spread legs, finally she was willing to pose in a decent posture.

Shan Jihuan sat down cross-legged and stood on the side.

He Yan looked into the formation again, and the peach trees had all been removed.

He put away his innocent smile just now, crossed his legs, bit his fingertips, drew a weird blood talisman on the spot, and even cast a winking look at his second senior brother when he was done.

He still made fun of it at any time, Shan Jihuan really wanted to slap this incompetent junior in the face.

He Yan smiled on her face, but the smile was suppressed in her eyes.

Through the blood formation just drawn, I feel that Zhuo Yujun is approaching him step by step.

He turned his head and looked at Shan Jihuan with a distressed expression: "Second senior brother, you are sitting here, it is very affecting my performance!"

Shan Jihuan was teased by this third junior since he was a child, and he knew He Yan's teasing words at a glance, and knew that He Yan finally faced his opponent squarely, so he immediately got up: "Call me if you have something to do."

He Yan smiled and said, "If there is anything wrong, just worry about it."

Shan Jihuan really wanted to have an attack. Normally, he had already hit him with a stick. Now he held back, walked away two steps, turned around and added: "Don't hold on, there are three of us."

He Yan immediately waved her hand and said, "I don't need the three of you, I can take care of it alone."

Shan Jihuan disappeared, and He Yan heard him calling Xie Yi "little brother" from a distance.

Presumably these two were worried about affecting his mental power, so they all withdrew from the formation and guarded him far away, a warm light appeared in He Yan's eyes.

He Yan's spirit-calling technique relies on the power of thoughts, pays attention to meditation, and can't bear to be disturbed.

The surroundings were quiet, he slowly focused, the blood on his fingertips hadn't congealed, and the blood array on the ground emitted a bloody red light. Halo into the formation.

Originally, the "human face does not know where to go" formation was white and seeped into blood red, turning into pink everywhere.

He Yan opened her eyes suddenly, and said with a sneer, "If you are a famous fairy, as long as you have a knot in your heart that cannot be solved, you will never want to get out of this battle."

"Unexpectedly, there will be a day when I will use spiritualism in this formation."

The human face does not know where to go. As the name suggests, this formation will pick up the most reluctant people in the formation, and bind the people in the formation with all kinds of thoughts and obsessions that cannot be let go. Can no longer be sober.

He Yan sent her to the formation with blood as a guide, and immediately found Lord Zhuoyu.

I saw Zhuo Yujun standing there blankly, still unable to see his face clearly, from the slightly drooping head and slightly shrugging shoulders, as well as the cold breath all over his body, it could be seen that Zhuo Yujun was probably sad.

He Yan's heart skipped a beat, she couldn't explain why, she hadn't been able to see the description of that person clearly, or maybe because she couldn't see clearly, she felt that the temperament of that person was very similar...

Thinking of it this way, an inexplicable sense of loss and regret of "the human face does not know where to go" rose from the bottom of my heart, as well as sour regret and pain.

Just a trace of it already made him break out in a cold sweat.

This is backlash.

In one month, more than ten people have entered this formation, and they have never had a backlash. This is the first time.

He Yan laughed at herself: "Sure enough, you underestimated the enemy."

Re-condense the power of thought, and continue to strengthen the formation.

But the bit of regret and pain just now is still lingering, and at this moment it is not a backlash, but a genuine distress: how many beauties he has failed in his previous life, and how many women have been heartbroken.When he was about to die, the bastard tossed a person extremely hard.

It has been 24 years since I came to this world, and at the beginning I still think of those beautiful and passionate women who once spent the past month and month.

Time and space are far apart, and there is no way to go back. Gradually, those peach blossoms on people's faces faded into fallen flowers that cannot be picked up in memory;[-] In Beijing City, the bustling Sixth Ring Road, there is only one quiet Chang'an Street left in my memory.

There is only one person left, slowly emerging from the accumulated memory, the white shirt bicycle speeding back and forth on Chang'an Avenue, emerging from the chaotic water, unwilling to be forgotten.

The incomprehension, misunderstanding, conflict and persecution with Lin Yun in the past, when He Yan thinks about it now, all of them have become regrets.

This world is in the early autumn, He Yan glanced at the flashing white figure in the formation, and suddenly thought uncontrollably—"Lin Yun, 24 years is long enough, when you think of Liang Yao in Beijing Shouldn’t you be so disgusted now? When catkins fill the sky in spring in Beijing, there will no longer be annoying Liang Yao to hide your mask, and no one will cause you to be allergic to hay fever.”

The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze.He Yan thought, the person who wrote this poem was said to have found his beauty in the end, and even if he waited for the best person in his previous life, he couldn't wait for the best person in his previous life.

Lin Yun, the brother who has different fathers and different mothers but is in the same household registration book with him, no longer has the slightest relationship with him, Liang Yao.

While he was in a daze, suddenly his eyes went dark, and a scent of ink wafted through his nose.

He Yan looked far away, and saw that the peach-red mist was covered by black mist. After careful sniffing, the black mist was not magic energy, but ink mist.

Such a beautiful "weaving ink", Zhuo Yujun's famous stunt is well-deserved.

Large areas of splashed ink cover the white flying flowers. The ink color seems to be splashed randomly, but it is self-contained. At first glance, it is a large area of ​​black ink, but it is a landscape painting when you look closely.

Mountain waterfalls, water across the shore.

He Yan shook her head slightly and sighed with regret: "The painting is a good painting, but one person is missing, and the soul is lost."

He sighed to himself, but someone answered in his ear: "Dare to ask Your Excellency Gao's name."

The voice seemed to be right next to the ear, indicating that the other party not only accurately pinpointed his location, but was also very close to him.

Without hesitation, He Yan sprinkled a blood mist to force the other party away, and at the same time replied neatly: "He Yan."

After finishing the answer, I almost bit my tongue. It's only because He Yan's name was used for too long, and the answer was almost out of my mouth.

The blood mist fell into the landscape painting, and the dots of red fell on the black and white picture. He Yan raised her hand and blew a long whistle. The whistle urged the red dots to float and bloom.

Originally, the ink and wash painting, which was empty and empty and thousands of miles away, is like a spring breeze blooming overnight in the mountains and rivers, where the peach blossoms are blooming, and the blossoms are gorgeous and the petals are sweet.

What He Yan wanted to paint was—Peach Blossom Still Smiling in the Spring Breeze.

This time the other party's voice came from the painting, it was farther away, and it was still the tone of confidence, but He Yan could hear a little bit of admiration in it.

A sentence from Zhuo Yujun came from over there: "good kung fu, good painting."

The two had never met each other, and both felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

One person "weaves ink", and the other "paints blood". Using willows and flowers as paper, small bridges and flowing water, people on the water bank, barking dogs, stone paths and fences, and smoke from thatched huts are added to the original ink landscape.

Ink enters red and dyes, red renders ink and chases after.

The original empty mountains and mountains painted wisps of mortals, and all the places that could be painted red in the mountains and rivers were painted red by He Yan. Just looking at the formation, it is a lively and freehand picture of mountains and rivers with hundreds of flowers welcoming the spring. Under the formation, there are two people Spiritual power competition and move fighting.

He Yan saw the ink on the chaifei, lightly stroked a few strokes, the person under the brush hadn't formed yet, but he already guessed what the other party was going to draw.

——Returning on a snowy night.

Do you belong?He Yan thought, who is the returnee?Who is waiting for someone to return?

Except for the fact that He Yan used blood painting to conjure souls when she was practicing, she has never used it on anyone.I thought that if I used this move, I would definitely be able to force the opponent back, but I didn't want the opponent to follow me like a shadow with a weaving ink.

The sun is in the sky, and it is almost noon. If the fight continues, people can bear it, but even the peach trees in the dark willows and flowers can't bear it.He Yan drew blood on her finger again, and drew a red sun rising towards the east of the array.

Without giving the other party a chance to breathe, he waved his hands linglingly, wanting to add the morning glow to the sky.

As long as the morning glow is covered in pieces, there is no place for ink to write.

On his side, he only drew a colorful cloud in a violent wind and rain, and suddenly felt his hand tightened, being held by something.

Blinking, suddenly horrified, it was actually a human hand.

Instantly realized that this hand was not his second senior brother and junior junior brother's, but——

Lord Zhuoyu!

He Yan shook her hand and was about to throw it away, but was tightly clenched.

Glaring angrily, he saw the appearance of the person coming.

Mingjun in ancient Qing Dynasty, independent of the world.

The face control of two lifetimes, I admire from the bottom of my heart - she looks so handsome!

It was supposed to be a tense occasion, but because He Yan was a little stunned by the hand being held, there was a strange stalemate for a while.After a long while, He Yan, who was amazed, naturally revealed the romance that had been immersed in the carnival for many years in the previous life. He used a tone that he thought was quite serious, but others would think it was dissolute. He smiled and said: "What a handsome son .”

After finishing speaking, he felt that a line was missing, and said, "Where have we met?"

He Yan was not the same in her previous life, and she had never provoked a man.But what hasn't he played in the circle of young masters?They dare to play what others dare not play, and they can afford to play what others can't afford.In that big dye vat, playing with men is no longer a novelty.In the past, there were many "young masters" who threw themselves into his arms, and even young masters fell in love with him and showed affection to him.He has also done face-saving projects on occasions, and when he meets someone who is particularly handsome, he will order someone to accompany him to drink.

Zhuo Yujun's eyes locked on him firmly. Hearing his words, his eyes flickered, as if there was a cold light, and his black pupils were dark and deep.

He Yan was about to tease again, but her eyes were startled by the words that came to her lips, she had the illusion of a god, and she was a little speechless.

But he heard the other party's faint voice rubbing his ears and wrapping his fingers - "Stop drawing..."

The cut on the finger warmed up, and the opponent had already tied it with cloth strips.

He Yan thought, I met him by chance and turned tit for tat, why does he care that I bleed?On the one hand, he thought, the technique of drawing blood seems to be full of blood mist, but it is actually a method of exaggeration. If so much blood is shed, there is no life left.

He also heard Lord Zhuoyu say, "I can't trap me this time, so I don't need to waste any more blood."

He Yan smiled openly: "I lost."

It was indeed lost, the moment Zhuo Yujun grabbed his hand, he had declared that he had lost.

The person in the battle was captured, and the loser was clear and thorough.

Because it is too thorough, those "careless" and "underestimating the enemy" are ashamed to speak, it is better to admit it openly.

At this time, He Yan didn't think too much about the consequences of losing.

He didn't feel much annoyed, instead he looked at Zhuo Yujun with a smile on his face, and the confusion and pain he felt when he thought of Lin Yun earlier was buried in his heart, and no longer floated bloody in his heart.

Because, he saw clearly that Zhuo Yujun was not like Lin Yun.

Jun is extremely handsome, but not Lin Yun's kind.The eyebrows are wrong, the body shape is wrong, and the demeanor is wrong.

My heart no longer hurts so much, but there is also a trace of regret: Lin Yun is living well in the modern age, and... even if he really came, he must not recognize me.