"Teacher, spicy girl, what are you doing here?"

It's so dangerous, I almost called out my master, in case I was misunderstood by my sister and got angry with my master, he was the one who suffered.

"Stuffy!" Hu Spicy and bored to speak.

As soon as I heard this, I recalled my master's dull temperament, and it was not too much for my master to feel bored.

Hu Lalai didn't know that he was missing them in his heart, Qingye's temperament was dull, and if he knew, he would probably take a sip.

He was dull and.

"You've been following Qingye?" Hu Lalai was bored looking for a topic, and suddenly wanted to understand what kind of person Qing Ye was from Sinian.

Hearing Hu La's inquiry, Sinian turned his head to look at her, and then nodded, "I was taken in by Master, and I have been with him for 18 years now." ”

Recalling what happened to him when he was a child, a touch of pain overflowed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Spicy girl, my master is a very good person, he is respected by the people of the world, my master ......"

Thinking and chattering endlessly about Qingye, as far as he said, where is the man Hu Lala knows.

Hu Lalai pursed his lips and did not continue to speak, letting his thoughts speak on the side.

There were more vehicles to the county seat today, and Hu Lala didn't sit outside for long before he got into the carriage.

Qingye lazily leaned to the side to read a book, and Tianya and Hu Jingjing closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Looking at the situation at this time, Hu Lalai was slightly shocked.

Staying with Qingye, they can actually sleep?

"Want to know what I am? No need to ask others, I'll tell you. ”

Just as Hu Lala was thinking, Qing Ye put down the book in his hand and his eyes fell on Hu Lala.

"I don't want to know."

Hu Lalai pursed her lips, as if she cared about him very much.

"I'm going to tell you." Night's eyes burned.

Hu Lala ignored her, walked to the vacant seat in front of Hu Jingjing, and as soon as he stepped out, he was pulled back by Qing Ye.

"What are you doing?" Hu Layan glared at him.

"Tell you my story." Qing Ye ignored Hu's spicy glare, the corners of his lips curled, and he smiled and spoke.

Hu Lala was pulled to sit next to Qingye, the fragrance of peach blossoms on his body was even stronger, and the ghost made the gods worse, Hu Lala had no action.

"I was born in Dongchen, grew up with my master in Jinwu Mountain, knew a little about metaphysics, and when I became an adult, I entered Beijing and became the national teacher of Dongchen."

An understatement that summed up the first twenty years of Qingye's life, the corners of Hu La's lips twitched, although he was surprised by his identity as a national teacher, he still couldn't help but complain.

"The first half of your life is over in one sentence?"

Hu Lalai raised his head, Qingye was just looking at her, his eyes were burning.

Hu La's face turned red and he looked away.

Staring at the back of Hu La's head, the corners of Qingye's lips curled slightly, "That's right." ”

There was nothing to say in the first half of his life, but the second half of his life was different, with her, he could compose a poem every day.

Somehow, Hu Lalai felt his heart suddenly beat, and a strange feeling hit all over his limbs.

"Spicy."

At this moment, Qingye suddenly spoke.

"What?" After waiting for a while, he didn't speak, and Hu Ra turned his head suspiciously.

"No matter what happens, you're the most important person to me, remember."

Hu La's heart was pounding, and he looked at Qingye suspiciously, but he was no longer ready to say anything, and turned his head and continued to fall on the book.