Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

He Yan obviously felt that Hang Che had become busy, and the days were approaching the winter solstice, which was the most important day of the year for the Hang family's martial arts exam.He Yan originally thought that Hang Che was busy with martial arts exams, but later found out that Hang Che was not at Hang's house for a period of time every afternoon.

I don't know what to do outside.

In fact, they didn't stick together all day. He Yanxiu's spiritualism was very particular about being quiet and not to be disturbed. Hang Che had specially set up a secret room for him, and He Yan was there most of the time during the day.

During these days, He Yan's advances were rapid, and there was an opportunity to advance to the mid-term peak of the Golden Core, which had been lingering and difficult to break through before. He resolutely seized the opportunity and deduced the complex set of spiritual spells hundreds of times a day.The so-called reading a hundred times reveals its meaning. When he found that he could hear the resentment of the ghosts far away, he knew that he had succeeded. Not only did he touch the entrance of the late stage of the golden core, but he even improved his spiritual skills.

He Yan let out a long breath and sat in meditation.At this moment, his thoughts are clear, his spiritual power is abundant, his inner alchemy is glowing, and everything is in order, just waiting for the golden alchemy to stabilize.

From then on, there was another late-stage Jindan expert in the cultivation world, and the Hang family had two immortals at the late Jindan stage, and they were about to catch up with the era of Linyuan Zunkong Tiger, who was at its peak.

He Yan's love and career are both fruitful, and it is a proud time in life.To be happy in life is to be happy, he walked out of the secret room refreshed, and wanted to celebrate with the people waiting outside, but he habitually looked under the plum tree in front of the door, but he didn't see the person from the past looking back.

He Yan looked at the sun, secretly amused, he came out early today, and it will take another half an hour for Hang Che to pick him up.Sure enough, people can't get used to it. At first he laughed at Hang Che's distance and insisted on picking him up and clinging too much every day. Today, no one was waiting, so he was not used to it.

It was still early, so he walked alone.

He Yan's state has just advanced, her whole body is comfortable, she doesn't think about anything, and feels the wandering of her inner breath.He walked casually, walking deeper and deeper unconsciously, and found an interesting thing on the road, the plums planted by Hang's family, the color became lighter as they went in, and at the deepest point, reaching the foot of the mountain, there was a snow-white piece of white and green water plum.

Unlike other plum blossoms that have their own flowering periods, the plum blossoms here are in full bloom, and the branches are full of flowers, which are particularly lush.There are blue bricks and black tiles in the shade of the plum blossoms, and the cornices and carved walls are very freehand. I didn't expect such a remote corner to have such an elegant and scorching scenery.

Turning around the flower path, you can vaguely see a courtyard in front of you.

He Yan let out a "huh", subconsciously frowned, and took two more steps, his footsteps froze abruptly, and the original pleasant smile froze on his face.

My heart groaned, and inexplicable emotions overflowed from the bottom of my heart.

There was strong sadness and unwillingness in that emotion, mixed with strong love, and a voice exploded in my mind - "I have been here before."

He Yan had a pure mind, and immediately realized that these were memories and emotions that did not belong to him. He closed his eyes hard, adjusted his breath for a few weeks, and then opened them again. He still had that strong feeling when he entered the small courtyard.

It was as if there was a force trying to lure him into a certain emotional vortex. He had just entered a new realm, and his realm was unstable. It was the time when his consciousness was prone to turmoil, and the most important thing for spiritualism was to have a stable mind. He Yan immediately realized that there was something wrong. Alright, stop and close your eyes.In the dangerous and turbulent situation, it seemed that there was a magical pen writing a two-word reminder to him - Hang Che.

He Yan called out "Hang Che" softly, his consciousness sank, and he took two steps back decisively.

Looking around, his eyes fell on the mountains behind the yard, and his feet could not help but spread out, a few ups and downs, and stopped on the top of the mountain.

The view from this place is just right to see that yard and the Merlin in front of the gate.

Looking at it from a distance, I thought I could escape that emotion.But I didn't expect that standing at this angle, that emotion reappeared, and it didn't weaken, but became more intense, and even gave birth to a reckless coldness, as if——he had stood on this high mountain top countless times , Look at the courtyard that refuses to open the door, there is a roaring violence inside that wants to destroy the courtyard, and then raise the people inside.

Who lives here?

Turning her thoughts here, He Yan forcibly recited a series of reassuring spells, interspersed with calling Hang Che's name softly. When Hang Che's voice in his mind was loud enough to guess the voice of the person in the small courtyard, he grabbed this and fled. The moment of emotion, the center of the brows twitched to force out a streak of red blood, and forcibly pulled out that emotion.

Suddenly, he heard hurried and chaotic footsteps approaching from behind, followed by a heavy weight behind him, and someone hugged him tightly from behind.

"Yan'er." The visitor called him solemnly.

When Hang Che arrived, it was like warm water flowing through his heart, washing away the sadness and violence just now. He Yan raised her head and leaned back, holding Hang Che's hand around his waist with one hand, and lifted the other hand to Wiping off the bloodstain on his forehead, he said, "Yaoxian, when do you plan to pay homage to me?"

Every morning, the white dragon horse will be taken out by Xie Jingyan for a stroll, and after returning to the moon dusk, what awaits him is usually a whole day of boredom.As a dowry, it originally had a high status, and both the wife and uncle valued him very much.The way his master came to his husband's house depended on the strength of his feet, which had made great achievements.But when the relationship between its master and uncle became better, it became dispensable. It was sad to find that, as a living creature, it was no match for that dead sword...

As a thousand-mile horse, such a day is too wasted.But as time goes by, it's good to get used to it, and these can be tolerated. The unbearable thing is that he has to listen to some strange sounds every day.

The horse's hearing and eyesight are clear, and it is a good-bred spirit horse. Its hearing and eyesight are much better than that of ordinary monks. This determines that the white dragon horse can hear the movement in the main house relatively clearly.

The sound is only at night on weekdays, but for some reason it rang out at dusk today.

It was that urgent and unbearable voice again. His master seemed to be in unbearable pain, but also seemed to be too happy, panting and moaning intermittently, occasionally one or two high-pitched, long-pitched voices The sound of "Ah", like trying to seduce someone's soul, often makes the white dragon horse very nervous.

The white dragon horse is a young stallion that has never experienced estrus, and it is winter that is not the season of estrus, but the voice makes the white dragon horse feel that he is not far from the estrus.

It was suddenly a little scared, because the movement was so intense, the bed was shaking like it was about to collapse.Estrus is really a terrible thing, Bai Longma thought, it was so terrible that even its powerful master couldn't bear it after a long time, and cried out over and over again: "I don't want to worship, ah, I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it , I don’t want a bridal chamber anymore.”

According to his experience, he knew that the young man who appeared to be self-cultivated and self-reliant would definitely not agree with the master's opinion at this time, didn't he? Not only did the young man not stop there, but he also confirmed over and over again: "Tomorrow, okay?" .”

"Yan'er, will you marry me?"

The poor white dragon horse is about to hear himself as a "red rabbit horse". He hopes that his little master Xie Jingyan can come to save him, but it is impossible. At this time, his little master is also practicing.It is said that the little master enters the Tao "quickly", once he practices it, he doesn't know where he will fly.

The white dragon horse had no choice but to plunge the horse's neck deep into the plum bush, shaking its poor ears helplessly.

He Yan, who was shouting "no more" on the bed, did not expect that she would drag Hang Che to kneel in front of Chun Xinjun's door in the middle of the night a few hours later, wake him up, and no matter what, she would pay homage immediately.

After a heated fight with Hang Che in the evening, he sent Hang Che to a small town a hundred miles away to buy some desserts from Tangyuan on the grounds that he wanted to buy them. Then he took out the blood bead from his close-fitting pocket.

It's time to take a look at Lin Yun's last memory.

Between him and Hang Che, there is only a gap, and it is complete.

He must know how Lin Yun came after him. Without Lin Yun's pursuit, the two of them would have missed it forever. It might have been a catastrophe for Lin Yun, but it was a turning point for the two of them.

He Yan, she didn't dare to watch it in the past because she felt so sorry for Lin Yun and was afraid; now she dares to watch it because they have long been inseparable from each other, and without that part, it would be incomplete.

There is another reason -

He Yan has a very keen intuition. His trajectory in this world is not determined by his own will. Recently, that sense of uncontrollability has become stronger, and the frequency of violent outbursts has become more and more frequent. Years later was the year after the incense burning battle, and there was a voice guiding him that it was time to go.

Where should I go?

In the depths of the East China Sea, even Tomb Island.

He Yan thought, although he will soon go to Po Island, but that island is not his destination, why does he have such an increasingly strong feeling of wanting to go back?

His home should be in Hang's house now.

He has been deliberately ignoring that voice, it is too empty, too inexplicable, and he instinctively rejects and refuses to believe it.

But today, when he saw the small courtyard in the plum grove, he clearly realized that the voice was real and existed.

Because it started to have a picture.

When he was standing on the mountain behind the small courtyard, he seemed to be able to see that the door of the small courtyard was finally willing to open, and a man in a red wedding dress came out.

The man was tall and straight, walking along the flower path, step by step, towards the gate of Hang's house, without stopping or looking back.

The red and festive auspicious clothes, put on the elegant frame, coupled with the otherworldly beauty, should have been a happy event for a man and a woman, but because of the lack of noisy rituals and happy relatives and friends, the wedding The scene seemed inexplicably sad.

He Yan clearly remembered that at that moment, a tyrannical emotion welled up in his heart. At that time, his hands were clenched into fists, and he wanted to rush forward, grab the man, and question him why he was so reluctant.

That kind of strong emotion that doesn't belong to her is terrible, He Yan only had one thought at the time: I want to use the complete and independent He Yan to marry Hang Che.

As if they were a match made in heaven, he had just thought that when he was on the mountain, when the person he wanted to marry came.When He Yan was hugged vigorously by Hang Che from behind, and smelled the fragrance of plum ink on Hang Che's body, he felt unprecedented peace in his heart, and he thought: It's really time to pay homage, don't wait any longer.

He Yan pulled back her thoughts, looked at the starlight outside the window, and did the math, Hang Che went back and forth at the speed of frost for less than half an hour, time was running out, so without hesitation, he sent out the blood bead with his fingertips, Melted on the tip of the tongue.

The first time Lin Yun entered into memory, a burst of heart-piercing heartache forced He Yan's eyes to turn red.

At the beginning, the vision was a little blurry, and only the voices around him could be heard clearly, "Mr. Lin Yun, who is going to New York Flight 20, please board the plane at gate No.[-]. Your flight is about to take off. Please Go to..."

This was the familiar flight announcement he had heard countless times at the Capital Airport in his previous life.

After 24 years, he finally heard someone utter those two words - Lin Yun.

His vision gradually became clearer, the hustle and bustle of the Capital Airport was the same as in his memory, the indescribable sadness of seeing Beijing again weighed on his heart, and he couldn't care less about revisiting the old place, he anxiously looked for Lin Yun.

Like the camera zooming in and slowly focusing, the people coming and going in the long terminal building are startled from far and near, and a person is rushing from the other end.

He Yan's heart was beating like a drum, and he only needed to take a look from a distance, and he knew that the person running wildly was Lin Yun.

I haven't seen Lin Yun for more than 24 years...

The corners of He Yan's eyes were sore, that face, that figure was something he dreamed of seeing.

He watched Lin Yun rush out of the security check channel, and hurriedly stopped a taxi.

He Yan's heart sank, he knew what day it was.

Just this morning, before Lin Yun left the house with his luggage, Liang Yao and Lin Yun had a big fight and drove Lin Yun back to the United States.

He always thought that Lin Yun must have left, but he did not expect that Lin Yun entered the airport that day but did not board the plane.

The taxi was driving fast, and it seemed that the people in the car were extremely anxious, but after a short drive, the speed slowed down, and there was a traffic jam in front of the airport expressway.

Great sadness hit her heart, He Yan knew what kind of accident happened before, it was the scene of a car accident in his previous life.