There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Ye Qinghe slept until the next day when the sun was bright.

He was woken up by the sun, and when he sat up, his mind was muddled. He stared blankly at the decorations in the room, feeling quite at a loss as to who he was and where he was.

In the end, it was the cute little meow's voice outside the window that brought him back to his sanity: "Big slob, the sun is already drying your ass, why don't you get up?"

Ye Qinghe woke up suddenly, he realized that he was on Qingqiu Mountain now, and he was sleeping in the same room with Hanshu.

But what about Hanshu?

Ye Qinghe suddenly remembered the topic with Hanshu yesterday, he got up hurriedly and ran to the door, only to find that Meng Xiaomiao and the others had already got up, and they were setting up two tables on the grass under the tree house. Prepare an outdoor breakfast.

Ye Qinghe frowned, and raised his voice to ask: "Have you seen the teacher?"

"Huh? Immortal?" Meng Xiaomiao raised her head and shook her head simply: "No."

Ye Qinghe frowned and hurriedly got out of the tree house.

But he didn't know Qingqiu at all. He wanted to look for it, but he couldn't find a suitable place. After turning around like a headless chicken for a few times, Ye Qinghe finally gave up helplessly.

Even if he has worked hard for so long, he has to admit that there are too many things in this world that he cannot do.

For example, now, he doesn't know where Han Shu went and how to find him.

However, other people didn't seem to have his worries. In everyone's mind, Hanshu was a very powerful person, and he didn't need to report to others, and he didn't need to worry about going anywhere.

Seeing Ye Qinghe worrying about Hanshu all morning, Meng Xiaomiao finally couldn't take it anymore, and brought a small plate of desserts to Ye Qinghe, saying: "Eat, don't think about it, Xianjun should come back I'll be back in time."

That's what he said, but Ye Qinghe still frowned, and was about to respond to Meng Xiaomiao, when he looked up, he found that the pastry in front of his eyes was very delicate, as if it could not be made in a place like Qingqiu Mountain.

Ye Qinghe's attention was slightly distracted, he stretched out his hand to twist the pastry, and said, "Where did you get this thing?"

"It's in the Qiankun bag." Meng Xiaomiao also took a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, saying: "Before I went to the training class, my mother was afraid that I would be wronged, so she bought me a lot of pastries for me to take with me. I haven't finished eating yet."

There is no time passing in the Qiankun bag, what it looks like when it is put in, it will be what it looks like when it is taken out.

Although Ye Qinghe knew the characteristics of the Qiankun bag for a long time, but when Meng Xiaomiao said this, he still couldn't help but feel a chill, and put the pastry back in his hand.

Meng Xiaomiao seemed to have known Ye Qinghe's reaction for a long time, and stuffed the pastry into her mouth indifferently, then patted her butt, sat down next to Ye Qinghe, and said earnestly: "You can't get Hanshu Xianjun Tie it on your belt and let him go."

"Cough cough cough!" It was the first time Ye Qinghe heard such blunt words, he was choked immediately, and after coughing half to death, he looked at Meng Xiaomiao with a blushing face, and blamed him in his mouth: "How could I tie Xianjun in ...Tie it to that kind of place!" But thinking about it carefully, if it was tied to another place, it would be pretty good.

When Ye Qinghe thought about it, he felt that his thought was very embarrassing, he coughed lightly again, and turned his head away.

Meng Xiaomiao patted him on the shoulder, and said clearly: "Don't pretend, although I can't practice magic, I am still very good at dealing with people's hearts. Aren't you men like this? When you don't like it, you are as cold as ice. When you like it, you can’t wait to grow on other people’s bodies. Although you are a grass, it is estimated that when you are in heat, you are no different from other species.”

"Bah, bah, bah! Who are you talking about... Who are you talking about..." Ye Qinghe intended to refute Meng Xiaomiao, but after all, he was not as thick-skinned as Meng Xiaomiao, and he held that sentence in his heart for a long time, but he couldn't say it out. In the end, he could only retort in a low voice unwillingly, then turned his head away, and ignored Meng Xiaomiao again.

Meng Xiaomiao also ignored Ye Qing and Xiao Aojiao after his concern was exposed, but held the pastry and looked into the distance.

Sensing the silence around him, Ye Qinghe felt uncomfortable instead, glanced sideways at Meng Xiaomiao, and said, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about my parents." Meng Xiaomiao said: "Before I went to heaven, I didn't know that the time in the sky is different from the time in the world. My mother stuffed a lot of money and food in my Qiankun bag... Although our family I have money, but I can’t stand such a toss. I even suspected that they gave me all the family property, so I asked them, what about their business after I took so much money? Guess what they said ?”

"How to say?"

"If the money is gone, I can earn more, but there is only one daughter."

"Huh?" Ye Qinghe didn't understand Meng Xiaomiao's meaning for a while.

Meng Xiaomiao lowered her head slightly disappointed, and said: "Probably at that time they already knew that it was a farewell, so they wished they could give me all their things... It's just that their unfilial daughter is now I know, there is no way to see my parents again."

The path of cultivation is so cruel, and before you know it, you have already cut off contact with your former friends and relatives.

During a time of retreat, people are gone.

This is also one of the reasons why cultivating immortals in the world must be pure-hearted and ascetic.

Caring too much is easy to become a demon. Only with a pure heart and as few desires can one walk on this road without any worries.

Although Meng Xiaomiao is not the kind of person with extraordinary talents, Ye Qinghe cannot match her open mind.

Ye Qinghe didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only watch silently by the side. After a while, he suddenly thought of something, reached out and took a pastry on the plate, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and said, "It's delicious."

"Hey, this should be a pastry from decades ago. It's delicious." Hearing what Ye Qinghe said, Meng Xiaomiao immediately raised her head with a malicious smile on her face. Patting Ye Qinghe's shoulder with one hand, he said: "So, you and Xianjun Hanshu are not saying goodbye, why are you so sad? When I separated from my parents, I was never so sad."

Ye Qinghe was still thinking about how to comfort Meng Xiaomiao just now, but when he turned around, he was comforted by Meng Xiaomiao.

Suddenly nodded dumbfoundingly.

"Okay, this is all for you." Meng Xiaomiao stuffed the plate into Ye Qinghe's hands, and said: "Don't pretend to be sad here and don't want to help, everyone is doing it, you always hide here like something, after eating Come down and help!"

After finishing speaking, Meng Xiaomiao got up first and went to the crowd.

Ye Qinghe couldn't laugh or cry even more, obediently ate the remaining two pastries on the plate, and then walked towards Meng Xiaomiao and the others with the plate in their hands.