There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Hanshu paused for a moment, as if he also realized that there was something wrong with his statement, coughed lightly, and stopped fussing over this matter, but said in a low voice: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry to the pool."

"Huh? Do you need to go down to the pool?" Ye Qinghe finally realized that he was about to go down when he got to the side of the pool.

Seen by Hanshu, he frowned and said, "Aren't you taking off your clothes?"

"Need to take off your clothes?" Ye Qinghe was taken aback. He had never seen marrow washing and body training, so it was normal if he didn't know.

Looking at Hanshu standing beside him, Ye Qinghe felt a strange feeling in his heart, but Hanshu didn't notice it, but urged: "Hurry up, the effect of the potion will expire."

Hearing Hanshu's urging, Ye Qinghe turned his heart, didn't he just take off his clothes and take a bath in front of Hanshu?Hanshu raised himself from a young age. He should have seen this kind of scene many times. What's more, both of them are men, so there is nothing to be tweaked about.

Thinking of this, Ye Qinghe stretched out his hand and tore off the robe on his body. Under Han Shu's gaze, he slowly extended his hand to the upper coat.

Although Ye Qinghe was not very old, his body was in excellent shape. As soon as the jacket was opened a little, he could see the refreshing collarbone and the strong and smooth muscle lines.

It was obviously a very normal thing, Hanshu looked at it, but he didn't know why he felt a little hot, he suddenly became restless, he didn't know where this emotion came from, Hanshu had to cough lightly, and turned his head away , fiddling with the potion on the table behind him.

Ye Qinghe was already very nervous, but when he heard this voice, his hands trembled even more, and he took off his shirt with great difficulty, but Han Shu didn't speak, and he stretched out his trembling hands to his pants.

When Hanshu turned around, he happened to see Ye Qinghe undoing his waistband. Coincidentally, Ye Qinghe was facing him, and the young man lowered his head and earnestly unbuttoned his belt, which fell into Hanshu's eyes , but with a hint of ambiguity.

It felt like he was purposely addressing him.

Hanshu's face turned red all of a sudden, and he blurted out with a scold: "What are you doing?!"

Ye Qinghe was taken aback, raised his head, and said blankly, "Didn't you tell me to take off my clothes?"

Hanshu paused for a moment, then came back to his senses, felt that his behavior just now was a bit inexplicable, hurriedly coughed lightly, regained his usual composure, and said in a low voice: "I mean, just take off your pants, just show your back."

As he said that, he turned around and picked up a small plate from the table behind. Ye Qinghe saw that the black ink in the plate was glowing with aura, which should be used for drawing symbols.

It turned out that it was for drawing symbols, no wonder he had to take off his clothes.

Ye Qinghe suddenly realized that he blamed Hanshu for not saying it earlier, but he was also a little regretful.

What a pity, he himself is not very clear.

I had no choice but to tie the untied belt back, and while going down the pool, I complained: "You don't understand, I thought I was going to take it off naked."

Ye Qinghe was a baby when he took shape. Although he was enlightened by immortal energy, he was actually no different from a child in the mortal world. As a fairy, Hanshu naturally didn't know how to raise children. He thought Ye Qinghe was just like him. She was raised by nature and knew everything when she was born, so she didn't tell Ye Qinghe about many common sense things, which made Ye Qinghe often make jokes in this regard.

Poor Ye Qinghe didn't know anything, but his memory was surprisingly good. He remembered everything from childhood to adulthood, and naturally he also remembered the jokes that were made because Hanshu didn't explain clearly.

As soon as Ye Qinghe said that he didn't make it clear, Hanshu immediately became nervous, almost without thinking, he said: "It's my fault, I didn't make it clear."

During the 18 years of raising Ye Qinghe, such a reaction has almost become a conditioned reflex of Hanshu.

But these words fell into Ye Qinghe's ears, making him dumbfounded.

He just complained casually, but he didn't know that what Hanshu said was serious, how wrong he said, he better shut up.

Ye Qinghe swallowed back what he wanted to say, and obediently slid along the pool into the water.

Hanshu was quite happy at first, and just wanted to take this opportunity to have a good chat with Ye Qinghe, but Ye Qinghe suddenly shut up, Hanshu standing by the pool suddenly felt left out, holding the small dish in his hand for a while Nothing happened.

It was Ye Qinghe who looked back at him, and he came back to his senses.

This pool is relatively deep. After Ye Qinghe sat down, only half of his back was left outside. Hanshu stood on the pool and couldn't reach it, so he had to go down the pool together, half kneeling behind Ye Qinghe, and dipped the ink in the small dish with a brush The ink carefully landed on the back of Ye Qinghe's neck.

As soon as he touched Ye Qinghe's skin, Ye Qinghe trembled.

This ink is filled with aura, once it touches the skin of a person, the aura will scramble to get in. Hanshu has to control the aura well so that he can finish the talisman completely without hurting people.

With Ye Qinghe's trembling, he immediately became nervous, took Bi away from behind Ye Qinghe, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Ye Qinghe trembled again, with a little smile in his voice: "It's nothing, just a little itchy."

Only then did Hanshu heave a sigh of relief, and said to himself a bow-cup-snake-shadow in his heart, and stepped forward to start drawing symbols again.

Although Ye Qinghe came from an ordinary background, he was born in a good condition. He grew up in Hanshu Fairy Palace, which has the most aura in the whole Tiangong. The fairy Xian'e below is indifferent, but this young man is flamboyant and unrestrained, without the slightest trace of femininity, on the contrary he seems more noble and refined.

No wonder so many fairies in Tiangong like him.

Thinking of this, Hanshu smiled slightly, feeling like we share weal and woe.

Hanshu carefully finished the first half with a brush, because Ye Qinghe's back half was soaked in water, so he had to give up the brush and dipped his fingers in ink to draw on Ye Qinghe's back.

The ink was like paste, standing on Hanshu's fingers, it didn't scatter even after entering the water, until Hanshu's fingertips touched Ye Qinghe's back, the ink stuck to Ye Qinghe's back again.

And the moment Hanshu touched Ye Qinghe's back, Ye Qinghe trembled again.

This time Hanshu knew it, and explained: "Underwater can only be painted with fingers, just be patient, it will be fine soon."

Ye Qinghe's body froze immediately.

Hanshu even drew symbols for him with his fingers.

And it was on his back.

Hanshu's hands are beautiful, with slender and white fingers and well-defined joints. He never makes violent movements, and his hands are always tucked into his sleeves. Others think it's Hanshu's handsome and elegant shape, but only Ye Qinghe knows that Hanshu is really cold, his hands are cold all year round, just like now, even if he soaked in the hot spring water to draw amulets for him, the fingers falling on his back are still cool.