There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

The two looked at each other silently for a moment, Ye Qinghe finally realized something, hurriedly stimulated the blood vessels with force, pretended to be blushing, narrowed his eyes, and said sincerely: "Ah, I'm drunk."

Hearing what Ye Qinghe said, Zhong Ya finally showed a satisfied smile, nodded heavily, and then knocked his head on the table.

After a while, there was a long breathing sound.

After confirming that Zhong Ya was asleep, Ye Qinghe stood up with disgust on his face, and asked the waiter in the inn to carry Zhong Ya to the room on the second floor to settle down. He chose a seat by the window and asked for a new one. The altar flower carving drank slowly.

Giving up using magic power to digest the alcohol, Ye Qinghe gradually became drunk as Zhong Ya said after drinking a few cups.

At this time, the sky outside the window was gradually dimming, red lanterns were raised at unknown times on the sparsely populated streets, and more and more people were walking below.

Ye Qinghe sat on the high-rise building, shook his head while looking at the crowds coming and going below while being slightly drunk, and actually felt a very lively feeling in his heart.

After drinking the wine in the glass, but feeling lost, Ye Qinghe picked up the wine jar from the side, and was about to pour himself another glass, when there was a movement from his sleeve.

Ye Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, and saw a little paper figurine trying hard to get out of its sleeve, and finally landed on the table, then pinched its waist in Ye Qinghe's direction, making an unhappy look.

Ye Qinghe's breathing suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the little paper man raised his arm again, firmly covering Ye Qinghe's wrist that was about to pour the wine, his attitude was very obvious, he just didn't want Ye Qinghe to drink any more.

Ye Qinghe blinked, drunk, and suddenly thought of joking.

Taking advantage of this hazy drunkenness, he maintained the posture of carrying the wine jar with one hand, and poked the little paper man somersault with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Where did the paper man come from? I drink?"

The little paper man probably didn't expect Ye Qinghe to speak like this. After a moment of stupefaction, he reached out and patted his chest with a hand that was significantly shorter than normal, and made a gesture of "it's me".

Ye Qinghe was amused in his heart, but pretended not to understand by being drunk, stretched out a finger to poke, and poked the little paper man who had finally stood up again to the ground.

The little paper man was annoyed, so he hugged Ye Qinghe's finger and scratched it.

However, even if this little paper man was made by Hanshu Xianjun in the sky, it was just an ordinary little paper man. The strength was like scratching an itch. Ye Qinghe didn't feel the pain, but was even more drunk after being scratched.

He simply picked up the little paper figurine from the table and put it in the palm of his hand. He was about to tease him again, but he heard a nice but cool voice behind him: "Is it fun to tease me?"

The development of this matter was obviously beyond Ye Qinghe's expectations, he was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly became sober from his slightly drunkenness.

And at this time, Hanshu's cool voice was tainted with a little smile: "If you get into trouble, you dare not look back at me?"

Only then did Ye Qinghe realize that Hanshu not only showed up, but also called himself a teacher in front of him for the first time, thinking that he had dared to moles Hanshu just now with alcohol, Ye Qinghe felt his heart beating wildly, A hidden emotion somewhere in my heart seemed to be showing signs of surging out.

He took a deep breath before suppressing those boiling thoughts, turned around and bowed his head respectfully: "It is because the disciple is drunk that he disrespects the teacher. I hope the teacher will forgive me."

"You are a fairy in the sky, how could you be drunk?" Hanshu's black eyes were clear to the bottom, and his cherry-colored lips were slightly raised. Under the warm yellow lamps and candles of the inn, there seemed to be seductive water stains.

Ye Qinghe looked up, then hurriedly lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, and heard his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

A teacher is a teacher, Hanshu brought him up, he can't stain Hanshu's innocence with his own delusions.

Ye Qinghe repeated this thought several times in his mind, then he calmed down a little, raised his head, and looked at Hanshu quietly: "Why is the teacher here?"

When Ye Qinghe asked this question, Hanshu was stunned.

Of course he couldn't say that it was just because of an unclear hexagram that he couldn't bear to run down to the mortal world. Hanshu was silent for a while, and finally said calmly: "Of course I came to see the lantern festival."

Ye Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, but Han Shu was also interested in the Lantern Festival.

Hanshu was naturally not interested in the Lantern Festival in the human world. Ye Qinghe looked at him with such doubtful eyes, and he felt a little guilty, so he lowered his head and coughed lightly, his eyes fell on the wine jar next to him, and said, "What about you? Good job Time, for drinking?"

Ye Qinghe froze, quickly changed his smiling face, and said to Hanshu: "Master, don't you want to go to the Lantern Festival? Right now the Lantern Festival is just starting, if you go late, I'm afraid you will miss a lot of exciting things."

How did Ye Qinghe know when the Lantern Festival would start and what would happen at the Lantern Festival, but in order to prevent Hanshu from delving into the time when he was drinking, he had no choice but to say so.

Hanshu was also afraid that Ye Qinghe would continue to ask him why he went down to earth, so he nodded happily.

So, the two of them were actually not very interested in the lantern festival, so they went downstairs together and went to the lantern festival.

When I was upstairs, I only saw that the crowd was sparse, but when I went downstairs, I found that there were still a lot of people outside. Compared with the indifferent expressions of passers-by during the day, people’s expressions were much happier at this time, and there were many small merchants and hawkers on both sides of the road. , are competing to shout their own things.

Ye Qinghe couldn't help but frown: "The truth is so wide, they have it all, how can others walk."

Hearing this, Han Shu was slightly taken aback.

Even though he doesn't have the chance to come to the human world, he also knows that the lantern festival in the human world is full of excitement, and this kind of hustle and bustle is exactly what they want.

Hanshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is the feature of the Lantern Festival, why do you think it takes up space?"

Ye Qinghe grew up in the Tiangong, the Tiangong is so big, even if you fly, as long as other gods don't want to meet you, you won't see a single person.

There is only the existence of mortals, whose life is so short, but they always like to spend their time in some puzzling places.

Naturally, it takes longer than usual to pass through crowded places, and drinks and meals always take a long time.

But people seem to be enjoying it.

Ye Qinghe said that he didn't understand and felt serious, but Hanshu looked at Ye Qinghe's face that was obviously not serious, but felt very helpless, he didn't know what went wrong with his education, and the children he raised always felt weird.

Fortunately, Qinghe is not very old now, and if he is educated carefully, he might be able to turn around.

So he patted Ye Qinghe on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's experience life with all its flavors."

Ye Qinghe naturally had no other objections, and followed Hanshu into the crowded crowd.