Cheng Qian: "You..."

Shang Wannian said, "Well, my flesh and blood have passed away. I expected that my life would end, but I didn't expect that I would be able to get it quickly. Tsk, I'm causing trouble for your school."

Cheng Qian: "What happened?"

Shang Wannian came back and looked at him quietly for a moment, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

He smiled at himself and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, my friend, when your soul has been repaired by itself, you will understand that no one can tell the secret of listening to the universe after accepting the inheritance that I have sealed here."

He paused and smiled bitterly, "Including the dead."

Cheng Qian didn't see resentment and reluctance on his face, as if he was just calm, so he couldn't help but have a question. So people are pursuing the ascension of Tao, why do they seem to care about it at all?

Shang Wannian stood in front of him with some sense of distance between yin and yang and said, "I know you all hate Tianyan. They are despicable and self-righteous, and they have killed many people. It is still dead when they fall to the point of being here. But for many years, it is indeed inevitable that monks and mortals can stay in peace. Now Tianyan and Yanjiemen are both injured. The Central Plains Demon and Right Way will have no leader. This is the beginning of the disaster of "million unjust souls", so I must protect Han Yuan's life."

He glanced at Cheng Qian and added: "It's not to sell your Fuyao faction's favor."

The wronged souls have been in troubled times. The Nine Saints have all died, but Han Yuan is alive. The demons in the southern border are not completely a scattered sand... but he may really never be able to go back to Fuyao Mountain again.

"But the time when the Soul-Devouring Lamp appeared was too coincidental," said Shang Wannian. "I didn't expect that Dajian would come, and I didn't find out clearly. I'll tell you a feeling, not necessarily - people know about Tong Ru's ghost stone making a wish, and they have been secretly adding fuel to the fire. In addition to the Tianyan place where the initiator of this matter, we should only know the four of us..."

Cheng Qian's eyes flashed.

Shang Wannian said: "No, it's not Bian Xu. If he really had a deliberate mind like that, he would definitely not be able to become a ghost now."

Cheng Qian nodded——The big organization in Tianyan may be revealed by someone.

" is the first," Shang Wannian reached out to retract his spiritual sense that was wandering in Cheng Qian's mansion and said seriously, "I want to tell you one more thing, do you know that you have been tampered with by someone?"

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly: "What?"

"It's not your spiritual jade, but I'm sorry that I don't understand this path in my soul, and I can't tell what it is for a moment," said Shang Wannian. "It's not happening yet, right? Even if you don't dare to say that your cultivation is invincible in the world, it's enough to be at the top now. I can't figure out who is as powerful as a magical power that can curse you without any trace."

Cheng Qian's fingertips shook, and it seemed that someone had a piece of ice stuffed into his chest.

For many years, who has mastered this? Who has the chance to tamper with his soul?

Shang Wannian looked at his expression and said, "It seems that your heart is counted."

Cheng Qian nodded his head in a difficult situation and asked quietly: "Master, what method can be resolved?"

Shang Wannian sighed: "I can't see what kind of curse it is, I'm afraid I can't help it... But don't worry too much. If it really happens one day, the Listen Qiankun I sealed in your inner palace can resist you."

Cheng Qian: "Thank you."

Shang Wannian waved his hand: "I will definitely count in the dark. I will hear that the universe should fall into your hands. There is no need to thank me - I'll leave and be reincarnated."

After saying that, the last wisp of his spiritual consciousness that had been dying in the world disappeared, as if he had removed some burden and disappeared without any concern.

When Cheng Qian woke up, he heard a strange voice in his quiet residence, saying, "......... The senior is backfire due to the damage to the soul. I think it may be because of the frequent movement of true energy recently."

Cheng Qian: "…"

His mood was originally in a state of congestion, so where did he come from the mouth-bending donkey?

Cheng Qian opened his eyes and saw a monk wearing the clothes of the White Tiger Villa. He was pressing his pulse door in a daze. He looked up at his cold gaze and immediately let go of his hand: "Previous, senior, have you woken up?"

Cheng Qian's expressionless eyes tortured him.

Yan Zhengming raised his hand and carried the monk aside, blocking Cheng Qian's view of killing people for him. From his back, he could see that the eldest brother was crazy.

"Don't worry about him," Yan Zhengming said, biting his back teeth, "Tell me, what will happen to you after the soul is damaged and backfired?"

The monk in white stuttered and said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, senior Cheng is really pure and deep. As long as you calmly recuperate, you can repair it yourself. The leader, don't worry."

Yan Zhengming's face was slightly relaxed - although he didn't see anything, he issued an order to expel the guest: "Okay, thank you, I'll walk slowly and won't send you off."

Li Yun, who was guarding the door, immediately smiled and said, "Please come with me... It's okay, don't be afraid, our leader will not bite people."

The leader Yan, who was not biting, watched them walk away with a storm on his face. He turned his head slowly and prepared to settle the score with Cheng Qianqiu.

Cheng Qian was not in the mood to let him go, so he suddenly leaned back and stared at the top of the bed tent with his eyes empty.

The reaction was a little different from Yan Zhengming's thoughts about "confident and short" and he was stunned for a moment, putting the prepared provocation for the time being, and walked to the bed with sluggishness: "Is there anything wrong with it?"

Cheng Qian didn't make a sound, and reached out to pat himself on the side, signaled him to sit down, then closed his eyes, grabbed Yan Zhengming's hand and placed it on his chest.

Cheng Qian is cold and rarely gets along with anyone. Tang Zhen is the closest outsider he has. Because there are few people in his heart, the feelings on everyone's head are also more pure. This is the first time he has tasted the taste of being betrayed.

Yan Zhengming's hands were much warmer than his, more alive, and more like a living person.

Cheng Qian took a deep breath and whispered: "Shang Wannian is dead, and his soul is reincarnated. I see that he is very happy to leave, no one harms him."

The incident came to report, and Yan Zhengming learned about it, and he said in surprise: "How do you know?"

"I saw him." Cheng Qian said briefly, "He wanted to give me a legacy, but my soul was damaged and I couldn't bear it for a while... It wasn't what the man said, "It was not the bullshit backlash, except for the idiot who made the forbidden technique to strengthen his cultivation, who would be backlashed by his soul?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He suddenly pulled his hand out: "Do you want to rebel?"

"Stop making trouble." Cheng Qian whispered, "Senior Brother, I feel uncomfortable."

Yan Zhengming was stunned when he heard the words. He had seen Cheng Qian who was injured in the fight, and had seen Cheng Qian who was choking with one sentence. He had seen Cheng Qian who was reluctant tolerate himself, but he had never seen Cheng Qian frowned and whispered "I feel uncomfortable".

In his impression, Cheng Qian seemed to be a stern heart. Nothing in the world could shake him, and nothing could make him bow his head.

A little fragility that was leaked by chance made Yan Zhengming suddenly feel strangely excited. He bent down and pulled a few strands of hair on the side of Cheng Qian's face. The more he looked, the less he didn't know how to like it. He couldn't help but bend down and kissed Cheng Qian's slightly frowning eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Qian didn't say anything, looking at his close face, and thought exhaustedly, "Will he betray me one day?"

Yan Zhengming felt itchy when he saw it, and was worried about his body, so he didn't dare to touch it, so he had to calm down and calm down: "What do you think?"

Cheng Qian looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and felt relieved, and said to himself: "What do you think about random things? What do he want? What do I give him what he wants? He wants my life, I will give him my life... I will betray him or not."

Yan Zhengming didn't have a clear vision, and did not see his heart's vows that he didn't say to others. He moistened his lips, his face was blatant and his mouth was still stinking and reserved, saying: "Since you are feeling uncomfortable, you are feeling uncomfortable, today, let's have a good sleep, I... well, I can push other things first, just accompany you."

Cheng Qian: "…"

When the senior brother of the sect was born, he was really a rare species.

Cheng Qian swept away his tenderness and said to himself: "Oh, it's so annoying."

He raised his hand and pushed Yan Zhengming's face away and said indifferently: "I won't work on you anymore. I'll go on a trip, so you can go to bed slowly."

Yan Zhengming: "Wait, you just woke up..."

Cheng Qian flashed, and he was no longer in the house.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He couldn't handle the owner of Qing'anju, so he decided to clean up the bamboo forest of Qing'anju.

Cheng Qian came to Tang Zhen’s guest room, but found that Tang Zhen had left at some point, leaving only a box with a note next to it: “It’s useless to keep more, let’s say goodbye for now. The things in the box are soul-lossing silk, and I have never had a chance to give it to you, but I’m afraid I can’t get it now.”

The soul-losing silk can briefly lure Han Yuan's soul out, allowing them to take the opportunity to kill the evil demon, and no longer have to throw themselves into trouble.

Every sentence in the Blood Oath refers to the "demon dragon". If they really kill the inner demon, can the real Han Yuan be blamed on the inner demon? There is no need to travel to southern Xinjiang or be whipped for five hundred years?

Cheng Qian tightened his fingers holding the note, and then sighed. If he had no doubt in his heart, he might have taken Yan Zhengming the thing with ecstasy.

Now he was wondering, Tang Zhen would not take it early or late, why did he take out the soul-lossing silk now?

He didn't want Han Yuan to be more muted in the southern border, was he out of kindness or just hoped that the water would be a little more muted?

And... Why did Tang Zhen leave in a hurry?

Cheng Qian suddenly raised his head as he felt, and saw Han Yuan's conspicuous dragon robe flying up and down the low wall outside the house.

Han Yuan explained lightly: "The old man Shang Wannian, who was nosy, died. They had no time to pay attention to me for a while. I'll come out and take a walk by myself - what are you in your hands?"

Cheng Qian paused and told the truth.

After hearing this, Han Yuan sat on the wall without any etiquette, and smiled quite mockingly: "Don't throw it away, no, why do you open your mouth to tell the truth about the elder brother? He didn't know what the inner demon is... What is the first and second souls, it's not a body-taking."

Cheng Qian: "Ye, have you become a 'big brother'? Not the 'head of the noble school'?"

Han Yuan was blocked by him.

Cheng Qian said again: "He just wants to find a way out for you. If they really want to kill you, at least 'one and two souls' can be used as an excuse."

Han Yuan supported his arms on the low wall behind him, looked up at the vast night sky on Fuyao Mountain. After a while, he said, "No need, Senior Brother, I found that people cannot make excuses for themselves."

Cheng Qian leaned against the courtyard wall of the guest room, and raised his head as he moved. The two of them sat and stood on the same side, with the same night sky above their heads, as if they had never been close to each other for a long time.

"You three demon valleys save me. The second senior brother admitted in person that he had fooled me into it. I thought the second senior brother looked like a white-faced person, but he didn't expect to be a man." Han Yuan stretched out his legs and sat down without looking. If it weren't for the majestic and thick dragon robe, he seemed to be a scoundrel beggar.

"Later I found out that he was just really smart," Han Yuan said, and then he changed his voice and asked, "I was hit by the soul of the painting at that time and killed you by mistake. Senior Brother, what would you do if we were both in a different place?"

Cheng Qian didn't say anything, and he didn't feel like he was there. Everyone stood and spoke without any pain in his back.

Han Yuan said to himself: "You will definitely not jump into the sea to escape with the mad spirit of Huahun. Once you break free from Huahun, you will definitely return to the master's sect to apologize. Senior brothers blame you or not, they have the final say, and you will not hide."

Cheng Qian smiled bitterly and said, "A pack of loose candy, have you been looking up to me for many years?"

Han Yuan smiled softly, and as he smiled, the smile patterns at the corners of his eyes disappeared quietly. His face was clearly a young man, but his eyes suddenly became vicissitudes.

Han Yuan: "Actually, I'm not afraid of my senior brothers doing what I do to me. I know they won't do what I do. But I can't carry the guilt. Senior brother, it's so tormenting that I can only turn it into evil and hatred."

Cheng Qian: "You know we won't blame you."

Han Yuan: "Pretend not to know, but actually know."

The more you know, the deeper the guilt is.
To be continued...