There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

This was clearly intentional, Hanshu's eyesight was much better than ordinary people's, he clearly saw the straw pile moved slightly after he coughed lightly.

"Brother." Hanshu stepped forward, intending to call him out, but he had just said half a sentence, and before he could say anything, he heard the person in the straw reply impatiently: " not there."

Hanshu: "..."

While feeling helpless, Han Shu felt that this person's voice was familiar. He paused for a moment, and a long-forgotten name came to his mind.

"Heng Shu, it's you." Han Shu immediately revealed the identity of this person.

Hearing Han Shu call out his name, the person who buried himself in the straw froze, and after a while, said impatiently: "I've already said that there is no one else, so why ask?"

Then he lifted the straw off his head and sat up on the spot.

Sure enough, Han Shu did not admit his mistake, the person lying in the straw pile was indeed Heng Shu.

This meeting, Heng Shu is a little different from the last time. When we met last time, Heng Shu was full of demonic energy and acted perversely. Everyone would think he was a bad guy.

And this meeting, Heng Shu's vigor is gone. He looks sloppy, his beard covers half of his face, and his hair is knotted on the top of his head. He looks no different from a beggar, but the short sword on his waist , the sharp gaze from under the thick hair, no one will think him as a beggar.

On the contrary, it is a bit like a chivalrous and unrestrained chivalrous man in a storybook.

Faced with such a change in Hengshu, Hanshu was both relieved and sad, but looking at Hengshu now, he didn't seem to feel that he was bad at all, so Hanshu suppressed his comfort and sadness again, and walked to In front of Heng Shu, he said: "Who told you to roast such a delicious chicken? When old friends meet again, don't we split up?"

Hengshu didn't expect that Hanshu would call him out of the straw just because of a chicken. He stared at Hanshu dumbfounded for a long while, his eyes changed a little. Something is different.

People are like this, you see others differently, and others see you differently.

After a while, Hengshu's eyes finally moved away from Hanshu, disgusted in his eyes, but he obediently picked up a wooden stick on one side, pushed aside the bonfire, and pulled out the beggar chicken wrapped in red mud, cursing in his mouth: "Even greedy for a beggar's chicken, are you still gods? Lao Tzu's beggar's chicken is made of mud, and the delicate dishes in the big restaurant will break your fairy teeth in a while, don't you trouble me."

As he spoke, he knocked open the beggar chicken tightly wrapped in red mud, revealing the fragrant flesh and bones inside.

Heng Shu said it was done randomly, but when he took out a knife and cut open the chicken belly, Han Shu still saw that there were quite a lot of ingredients inside. When he looked carefully, there were even prawns and abalones. This ingredient.

Hanshu smiled, but didn't expose Hengshu.

After the chicken belly was opened, Heng Shu also felt a little guilty, and stopped cursing. After grunting, he tore off the two chicken legs, handed one to Hanshu, who took it, and stretched out the other in front of Jihe. and motionless.

Heng Shu was a little embarrassed, his hand holding the chicken leg didn't move for a while, but Ji He still didn't pick it up, so he began to scold again: "Do you fucking eat or not?"

Unexpectedly, Ji He Dandan raised his head and glanced at him, Heng Shu's imposing manner suddenly shrunk by a head, he hesitated for a moment, and called out a name that Han Shu could never have imagined: "Master."

"En." Ji He responded lightly, and then took the chicken leg from Heng Shu's hand.

Han Shu looked at this scene, a little surprised.

But he knew that even if he opened his mouth, Hengshu would not necessarily answer, so he didn't ask, but looked back and forth between the two of them with surprised eyes.

Unexpectedly, after watching for a while, Heng Shu was annoyed by his look. He took his remaining beggar chicken and sat down on the ground next to him, looking up at Hanshu: "What are you looking at? Are you surprised? What the hell is he doing?" He is the one who taught me how to practice, what if I call him Master?"

Hengshu looked a little embarrassed, Hanshu quickly waved his hands and said, "It's nothing, I'm just curious..."

He paused for a moment before hesitatingly said, "I've never seen you call before."

It's not the first time Ji He met Heng Shu.

At this moment, Ji He, who had been silent all this time, sneered, sat down on the ground indifferently, and said, "This kid used to be very arrogant, and felt that everyone in the world owed him something. I'm normal too."

When Ji He said this, Heng Shu was even more embarrassed. He didn't explain, and he didn't look at Shu and Ji He. They lowered their heads and bit the body of the beggar chicken, eating the meat, and said vaguely: "Eat it!" Meat! I can't stop your mouths."

Thinking of the young man's envy of Hanshu in the lonely city besieged by the demons, and looking at him now, Hanshu felt that this was probably a good result. He lifted up his snow-white skirt and followed suit. Ji He sat down, and then bit the chicken leg in his hand.

The chicken in hand has not been carefully cooked, the taste is average, but it is very fragrant.

Han Shu swallowed the chicken one bite at a time, until there was only one chicken bone left, and he threw it into the bonfire in front of him.

The flame burned the fat-covered chicken leg bone, and the flame became more intense, and the bright flame shone into Han Shu's eyes, making his eyes more profound.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Heng Shu also finished eating the whole chicken. He threw all the damage except the red mud into the fire, fiddled with the brighter flames, and said: "You came from the heavenly palace to the human world. What's the matter? Or is it that the Heavenly Palace has finally collapsed?"

After eating chicken for so long, Han Shu also wanted to understand why Heng Shu appeared here. Hearing what he said, he said, "Did Wen Chang ask you to come here?"

"En." The matter has come to this point, and Heng Shu has no intention of hiding it, so he simply agreed.

Han Shu asked, "Have you ever seen the fairy mountain above the capital?"

Hearing this sentence, Hengshu fiddled with the fire for a moment, then raised his head after a while: "Are you here for the fairy mountain of Laoshizi?"

The fairy mountain is hidden in the clouds and mist, ordinary mortals can't see it, but the emperor can see it, which means that other practitioners can also see it, even some gifted people among mortals can see it.

Sure enough, upon hearing Hengshu's question, Hanshu felt a sense of proportion, he nodded, and told the story of going to the palace to talk to Wenqu Xingju and the emperor.

Heng Shu frowned, his expression gradually serious.