There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

The time the two talked, the number of people on the street doubled.

Walking in front of Ye Qinghe and Hanshu happened to be a mother and son. The child was only seven or eight years old. When he saw too many people, he couldn't walk properly and shouted for his mother to hug him.

The front was already crowded with people, but Ye Qinghe and Hanshu were stopped when the children made such a fuss.

Looking at the small blockage in front of him, Ye Qinghe didn't feel impatient, instead he smiled slightly at Hanshu and said, "Teacher, you see that other people's children are held by their mothers, why don't I?"

Ye Qinghe actually just wanted to joke with Hanshu when he said this, but Hanshu actually took it seriously, tilted his head and glanced at Ye Qinghe, before he could react and say that he was joking, Hanshu stretched out his hand and held Ye Qinghe hand.

The smile on Ye Qinghe's face froze instantly, and the hand that was held subconsciously flinched.

Han Shu's hand was thinner than he imagined, with slender joints and smooth skin. Just holding it, it reminds people of fine suet white jade, and the delicate touch makes people's heart beat.

Ye Qinghe suddenly thought of a certain morning in Hanshu Fairy Palace, Hanshu was sitting in the waterside pavilion and drawing with a pen, the tip of the pen stained with thick ink fell on the drawing paper, leaving a thick ink and heavy color, but his hands were shining in the morning light White as jade, the light golden morning light fell on the fingertips, depicting delicate and delicate outlines.

Just thinking about it like this, Ye Qinghe felt insane, and didn't notice that Hanshu smiled and pinched him behind him.

Then Ye Qinghe suddenly noticed a strange change in his body, the people around him were getting taller and taller, while he himself was getting shorter and shorter.

Um?what's the situation?

After a while, "Xiao Qinghe" was freshly released.

Han Shu looked at this child who was only six or seven years old with satisfaction, held his hand tightly again, and said with a smile: "When I was young, I didn't hold your hand and walked at the lantern festival. Now I can only use this method to satisfy you. is you."

Ye Qinghe's eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly looked down at himself, only to find that he now has short hands and legs, as if he had returned to his childhood appearance!

This, this, this, this, he wants to hold Hanshu's hand, but it doesn't mean he wants to turn back into a child!

Ye Qinghe raised his head to look at Hanshu with a face full of reluctance, but the height restriction and cute expression made his reluctance completely lose its deterrent effect, it seemed that he was just a white and tender bun playing a temper tantrum.

Hanshu couldn't help but sigh, why his own child is not like other children, the young time is so short, it would be great if he could grow up with the younger generation of the Qinglong family for 600 years, so that he can hold a Duanzi, I have spent five or six hundred leisurely days.

Thinking of this, Han Shu simply lowered his head, and picked Ye Qinghe up from the ground.

A majestic immortal, even if it's just a clone of the primordial spirit, is more than enough to hold a child, but Ye Qinghe was extremely uncomfortable, desperately struggling in Hanshu's arms, and whispered: "Teacher, let me down."

His face was blushing with embarrassment, and he didn't have the nerve to speak loudly.

But Hanshu felt the joy of raising a child again, approached with a smile, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Qinghe, I can't hear what you are talking about."

How could the immortal not hear it, Ye Qinghe understood that Hanshu was joking almost instantly, and he was even more embarrassed.

Because of being hugged, Hanshu's fat-skinned side face is very close at hand. Looking at the almost perfect side face, Ye Qinghe suddenly boldly gnawed on it, and the child's teeth remained on Hanshu's side face. There were two faint teeth marks and a mouthful of saliva.

Han Shu was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't expect Ye Qinghe to do such a thing.

In fact, Ye Qinghe didn't expect that he could really talk about it, probably because he was made smaller by Hanshu, and his heart also became younger. What he wanted to do, he couldn't control it, so he did it.

But after eating it, Ye Qinghe soon regretted it. He was too afraid that Hanshu would see some clues from it, so he had to endure the thunderous heartbeat and pretended to be calm and arrogant: "I'm a child, my dear child!" Isn't it normal to kiss and hug your parents?"

Hanshu was still in a daze, seeing his expression, Ye Qinghe's heart gradually lifted.

Just when Ye Qinghe couldn't help but want to apologize, Hanshu suddenly smiled, hugged Ye Qinghe even tighter, stretched out his head to kiss his little cheek lightly, and said with a smile: "Okay, As a teacher, I also kiss you."

Then he hugged Ye Qinghe and walked forward.

Ye Qinghe, who was nestled in Hanshu's arms, was completely stunned.

There is only one sentence that is repeated back and forth in my mind.

He was kissed by Hanshu.

He was kissed by Hanshu...

Oh my god, he was actually kissed by Hanshu!

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the street and the buildings on both sides were lit with lanterns. The lights were heavy, and there were more and more people. Hanshu hugged Ye Qinghe and was squeezed twice. He couldn't help frowning, and stepped back After taking a step, I found a tea stall and sat down.

The waiter at the tea stand has been working in the town for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a celestial figure as Han Shu, he couldn't help but look straight at him, knowing that Han Shu coughed lightly, and then he reacted, hurriedly stepped forward and waited : "Young master, what would you like to have? We have tea, snacks and everything here."

After finishing speaking, I saw that there was actually a child in Hanshu, and that child was as cute as a pearl. Xiaoer couldn't hold back, and sighed: "I thought that my son, with his celestial appearance, should be the only one in heaven and earth." That's right, I didn't expect the young master of the son's family to be as good-looking as the son."

People in the countryside are not very good at describing, but the surprise on their faces is really fake.

However, Ye Qinghe became dissatisfied, patted the table, and said slightly angrily: "Serve tea!"

In normal times, this would still be a deterrent, but right now he is just a cute dumpling. As soon as he said this, the waiter at the tea stall suddenly laughed: "Young master, are you impatient with the flow of people on the street? The two of you don't look like locals. If you come to see the Lantern Festival because of the fame, you can sit at the stall for a while. After the song and dance lantern riddle show at the foot of Yuhua Mountain opens, there will be a lot less people here. By then, the two You can just wander around."

With a slight smile on the corner of Hanshu's lips, he touched Ye Qinghe's head who was in a state of agitation, and asked Xiao Er again: "Singing and dancing lantern riddle party? What is that?"

Xiaoer's face brightened, and said: "The two of you are indeed not from the local area."

Next, Xiao Er enthusiastically introduced the origin of Yaohua Town. It turns out that there is no town in this place. Since Zhong’s family established a sect on Yuhua Mountain, they have held apprentice gatherings every few years, and some people went to the mountain. , naturally there are people who need accommodation and food, and a small-scale town has gradually been built at the foot of the mountain.

In addition, some people who were not selected by Yuhua Mountain were not willing to leave here, so they settled here by the way. As they got older, some people simply lived here.

After years and months, Yaohua Town came into existence.