There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Ye Qinghe didn't know what he had done, holding a small black box blankly, he wanted to get closer to Hanshu, but every time he took a step forward, Hanshu took a step back.

Hanshu was getting farther and farther away from him, but the surrounding darkness was getting thicker and thicker. Ye Qinghe couldn't see clearly ahead, so he had to lower his head, and his eyes fell on the small box in his hand.

He vaguely remembered that a person named Ji Luyue who claimed to be his mother once asked him to open the box.

He couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, and opened a gap in the box with slow force.

But for some reason, no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't move faster, so he could only wait slowly for the gap in the box to get bigger and bigger.

Just when he was about to see the contents of the box clearly, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Qinghe!"

"Hanshu?!" Ye Qinghe raised his head suddenly, his hands lightened suddenly, his body seemed to be pulled by something, and he was instantly gathered into a container. Then, heaviness and pain hit him.

Ye Qinghe had never experienced such pain when he grew up, so he couldn't help but gritted his teeth, but found that the light weightlessness before was gone, and he should have woken up from a dream.

Hanshu's worried voice sounded next to his ear again: "Qinghe, can you hear me?"

Ye Qinghe opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Hanshu's worried face.

"I..." He opened his mouth to speak, but found that his face was swollen and he couldn't make a sound at all, so he had to wait quietly for a while, and when his physical condition recovered a little, he said intermittently: "Teacher ...I, am I, am I ugly right now?"

Hanshu was worried all the way, but he didn't expect Ye Qinghe to say such words, he couldn't help laughing, but soon, his eyes were covered with distress, he forced a wry smile and said: "Yes, it's ugly."

"Old, teacher..." Ye Qinghe wanted to speak in a hurry, but accidentally choked and coughed violently. The violent movements touched the wound on his back, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

Ye Qinghe grows up so big, and has always been fresh and clean. Whenever he suffered this crime, Hanshu felt more and more distressed, so he had to help him up, let him lean on him, and took it out of his sleeve. Ye Qinghe should take that bottle of medicine.

Ye Qinghe stretched out his hand and refused.

He hooked his lips and smiled, although he was embarrassed, he was still in good spirits: "Teacher, I... I'm fine, just take one medicine, sometimes it hurts...it's not a big deal."

The more he talked, the worse his spirit became. Seeing him like this, Hanshu couldn't bear to force himself, so he quickly put the elixir away, and said in a low voice: "We have already left the magic palace, so I will take you back. You can sleep for a while. Go home after a while."

home.

These two words immediately stimulated Ye Qinghe's nerves. He had always regarded Hanshu's Hanshu Immortal Palace as his shelter, but he didn't know that it was his home.

Then Hanshu...is he his family?

Ye Qinghe was in a daze, and nodded lightly after listening to Hanshu's words, but afraid that Hanshu would not see it, he opened his mouth again with difficulty, and said weakly: "Okay... I'll sleep..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already fallen asleep.

Seeing that Ye Qinghe was asleep, Hanshu summoned Feijian with a trick, and after making the Feijian bigger, he hugged Ye Qinghe and climbed onto the Feijian together.

The flying sword flew up slowly and headed towards the heavens.

Ye Qinghe didn't know how long he had slept this time. When he woke up, the pain before had disappeared, and a warm current flowed slowly through his meridians, warming his body.

He opened his eyes and found that he was surrounded by soft clouds, and immediately sat up in surprise, only to see Han Shu sitting cross-legged beside him, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

And underneath them is actually a huge flying sword, the sword is full of spiritual light, and one rune after another is running in an orderly manner.

The Heavenly Palace is above the clouds in the human world. Although it is surrounded by clouds and fog every day, it is completely different from the clouds here. Seeing these familiar clouds, Ye Qinghe actually felt a sense of freshness.

There was a smile in the corner of his eyes that he didn't know, and he turned around and wanted to share all this with Hanshu.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned his head, before he had time to speak, he saw Han Shu slowly opened his eyes.

Coincidentally, the sun was rising next to him, and a ray of sunlight shone on Hanshu's face, making his skin as thick as fat and his brows beautiful. Ye Qinghe's words stuck in his mouth, and after holding back for a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Hanshu, you, you are so pretty!"

Hanshu was taken aback, two red clouds appeared on Ruyu's cheeks, but his dark eyes became brighter and brighter, the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden, but he still pretended to be angry and said: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ye Qinghe also realized that what he said was wrong, so he coughed lightly twice, turned his head away, and looked at the cloud next to him.

There was silence between the two again, and after a while, Ye Qinghe thought of the woman named Ji Yunyue again, finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, turned his head again, and asked in a low voice: "Hanshu, what are you talking about?" Do you know what's in that little box?"

What happened that day, the woman in black, the magic palace... Ye Qing and whoever didn't ask, why not just grab the small box, Hanshu was taken aback by the question.

After being silent for a while, Hanshu shook his head slowly and said, "I don't know either."

Ye Qinghe blinked, and subconsciously felt that it wasn't that Hanshu didn't know, but he didn't want to tell himself.

Forget it, don't want to say it.

Anyway, Hanshu wouldn't harm him.

Ye Qinghe simply stopped asking, and lay down back to the original place, looking up at the clouds above his head slowly drifting by.

Ye Qinghe didn't ask, but Hanshu felt uncomfortable instead, and couldn't help but look down at him, and said, "Don't you ask who Ji Luyue is?"

"I don't want to ask, I'm not interested." Ye Qinghe shook his head and said frankly, "Anyway, it has nothing to do with me."

He doesn't have amnesia, and he remembers his own affairs clearly, even if that Ji Luyue is really his mother of Lao Shizi, it has nothing to do with him.

Don't expect him to do his filial piety to her since they have never met each other. If she treats him like that, she will probably be an enemy when we see each other in the future.

Who cares about the business of the enemy.

Hanshu didn't know what Ye Qinghe was thinking, he was taken aback when he said he didn't want to, should this be a normal person's reaction?

After being silent for a while, Hanshu suddenly smiled again. He reached out and touched the top of Ye Qinghe's hair, helped him straighten his messy forehead, and said in a low voice, "Perhaps, I don't know you too well."

The two obviously live under the same roof, but they are alienated from each other for one reason or another.

The warm palm landed on Ye Qinghe's forehead, scalding him.

It took Ye Qinghe a lot of effort to pretend that nothing had happened, and didn't jump up when Hanshu touched his forehead.