Lu Qingmei even wanted Han Yu's life, and it was estimated that what he would do would not be so simple that Han Yu took a step forward and told him without hesitation, if he could see Dao Sect Ye whispering, he would never give up.

Lu Qingmei didn't say anything more for a long time, just now she was dancing in the clouds, and the peach blossoms on the side were swaying all over the trees, like flowers and rain floating on the top of the mountain.

"Your master wants to be danqing, you have heard and seen her Dao, you must have learned a thing or two, the scenery here is unique, you will take you to see the Taoist sect with a scroll of calligraphy and painting for me."

I thought that Lu Qingmei wanted Han Yu to do something, but I didn't expect it to be as simple as just painting a picture for her, but I was still a little surprised, I only knew that Han Yu was cynical and suave after knowing him for so long, and it was either his face or his Taoism that could see people, listening to Lu Qingmei's tone, I really didn't expect Han Yu to be danqing.

"You can also draw?" We walked up to Han Yu, and Yun Duruo asked curiously.

"The master has lived alone for a long time, only raising flowers and planting grass to pass the time, and the master will take the landscape as a painting in his spare time. Han Yu nodded and said to us seriously. "She always leaves blank space in the painting and doesn't know how to write, I have followed the master for many years, and every time I help her fill in the blank, over time I also have the technique of Danqing."

Lu Qingmei's finger pointed to a low table on the side of the eyebrow cliff, on which were placed the four treasures of the house and the rice paper pressed by the bluestone, presumably Lu Qingmei had wanted to paint here, but after all, there was no way to write, looking at the short few old should be some years, what Lu Qingmei wanted to paint was delayed, and now let Han Yu help her paint, it is estimated that it is not a casual painting can be done, Lu Qingmei wants to borrow Han Yu's hand to draw a painting that satisfies her.

Han Yu walked to the short side, we followed behind him, and saw him looking at Lu Qingmei's back while inking ink, the mountain wind hit her robe fluttering, and the green silk on her bun was scattered and sad, looking at it, there was a sudden feeling of heartache, Han Yu's brows frowned slightly, and the movements in his hands stopped, staring at Lu Qingmei's back for a long time, and suddenly looked seriously around the eyebrow cliff again.

"I ...... I'd love to be here......"

None of us spoke to interrupt Han Yu, maybe he really came, but now I don't remember, Han Yu slowly picked up the brush and stained it with ink, his movements were slow, and he looked like he was full of thoughts, and he couldn't put down the pen on the rice paper for a long time.

A drop of ink converged on the tip of the pen, Han Yu still looked at Lu Qingmei's back and didn't notice it, the ink dripped on the rice paper, spreading wantonly like an unfolding flower, Han Yu suddenly shook his hand and the corners of his mouth squirmed, put down the pen in his hand and walked to Lu Qingmei's side.

"The senior's hair bun and green belt can be borrowed from the younger brother."

We couldn't see Lu Qingmei's expression at the moment, but Han Yu's words seemed to touch her, and from behind, Lu Qingmei's body trembled slightly, and she casually took off the green belt wrapped in her hair bun, and her green silk hung down like a waterfall and fluttered in the middle.

Han Yu stared at the green belt in his hand, turned around and walked back to the side of the low table.

"I've been here, and I vaguely remember something." Han Yu muttered to himself, but he was more certain than before. "In the deepest part of my heart, I can't see it, but I can remember it."

After Han Yu finished speaking, he tied the green belt taken from Lu Qing's eyebrows to his eyes, he picked up the pen again and paused for a moment on the rice paper without hesitation, the tip of the pen touched the rice paper Han Yu splashed ink, the pen was sharp, the ink method was subtle, and a moment of effort, a breathtaking landscape painting on the rice paper was presented in front of our eyes, Han Yu kept driving the pen and kept the distant mountains and near the water, the clouds and mist and the green trees were completed in his pen in an instant, as if God helped to do it in one go.

Han Yu didn't take the scenery into the painting at all, it was completely based on the memory in his heart, and when the painting was presented, I was shocked to find that Han Yu's painting was exactly the same as the eyebrow cliff scenery I see when I looked up now, and even the shadow was not bad like a lamp.

Not only me, but the others couldn't help but sigh when they saw that Han Yu could cover his eyes with a green belt, and everything must be as beautiful as a god's fake hand, especially the peach blossom tree on the edge of the eyebrow cliff, which was casual and graceful and elegant under Han Yu's pen, which was the finishing touch of this painting.

When Han Yu stopped writing, what was presented in front of us was a picture of majestic and impeccable handwriting.

However, Han Yu's pen still hovered over the scroll for a long time, and it was a long time before he heard the muttering of his thoughts.

"It's not ...... What is missing. ”

Han Yu raised his head and pondered for a long time before re-staining the ink, and put his pen under the peach blossom tree in the scroll, at this moment his pen power is no longer light and free, and every stroke seems to be pulling his memories.

"The world's famous mountains and rivers, strange flowers and birds, but a beauty can have both...... Han Yu stopped the pen and took off the green belt in front of him and looked at the picture scroll that he had swayed.

I know Han Yu's debauchery well, it is rare to see him so delicate and affectionate, and I can't tell whether I was shocked by his danqing or surprised by his inexplicable memories, and I and the others were speechless.

Han Yu put down the pen in his hand, looking at him still uneasy, even such a beautiful scroll in one go still lacked something in his eyes, Han Yu looked down at the woman in his painting, and suddenly muttered to himself.

In the spring of February in the south of the Yangtze River, the east wind turns green. I don't know who's home. Look at the flowers, peaches, and Li Jin. Snow white. Pearl......

When Han Yu said this, he bent down to pick up a falling petal of delicate peach blossoms from the ground, hesitated and squeezed out the flower juice in his hand, and the pale red juice was carefully smeared on the lips of the woman in the picture scroll.

Lu Qing's eyebrows trembled slightly and slowly stood up, she happened to be standing under the peach blossom tree, we and Han Yu looked at each other and were shocked, at this time, this scene is not exactly what Han Yu looks like in his painting.

Lu Qingmei.

There was Lu Qingmei in the deepest memory in Han Yu's heart, he had really been here, and he did know Lu Qingmei a long time ago, but Han Yu could still draw all this completely with his vague memory, which shows how deeply Lu Qingmei was engraved in his memory.

"Do you remember ......" Lu Qingmei's voice was completely devoid of the previous resentment, tender and melancholy.

Han Yu and Lu Qingmei looked at each other for a long time, the two on the top of the mountain were speechless but affectionate, Lu Qingmei was reluctant to give up, but Han Yu was still messy and hesitant.

"I ...... Why did I come here and why do I remember this in my memory? ”

"Of course you remember, because you once painted a picture here, and I'm afraid you forgot it in that bowl of Meng Po soup." Lu Qingmei smiled sadly, his pulse was affectionate, and his voice was graceful. "You forgot, but I do."

"Did I paint another painting here? What paintings? Han Yu asked indifferently.

"It's the one you painted now, but you haven't finished this painting, and since you can remember it, you should think that this painting is still missing." Lu Qingmei replied tenderly.

"What's missing......"

Han Yu moved his gaze back to the painting scroll in front of him, he couldn't lift the pen anymore, he shouldn't remember anything when he looked like him, the mountain wind hit the valley again, the clouds and mist surging and rolling up Lu Qingmei's clothes, her green silk fluttered and stood quietly under the peach blossom tree, and the falling flowers in the sky were scattered around her, at this time, this scene fell in our eyes, we all sighed, the beauty of the mountains and rivers was not as good as her, but what could be revealed from her eyes was that she was slowly sad and lonely on the top of this mountain.

Han Yu's pen trembled in his hand and slowly raised his hand to remove his shirt, his eyes fell on the tooth mark on his shoulder, and suddenly the corners of his mouth squirmed, with a look of debt and regret, and the pen in his hand finally fell again, and he did not hesitate to write two lines of inscription in the scroll.

The green mountains and clouds and rain rise for thousands of years,

Meiya Peach Blossom and other people.

"Green eyebrows...... Lu Qingmei! Han Yu shook his hand and the pen fell to the ground, his gaze moved from the scroll to Lu Qingmei's face, and slowly walked over. I remember you...... I remember you waiting for someone here. ”

Lu Qing's eyebrows were like electric shocks, her eyes were shining, there was a sudden relief and joy, she raised her hand to untie the scroll hanging on the peach tree, a long-ago yellowed painting fluttered in the wind, the picture was exactly the same as Han Yu's painting, no wonder Han Yu could close his eyes and draw it, because he had really painted here.

"I've waited for that guy." Lu Qingmei smiled faintly, and the corners of his eyes slid down.

"You...... I'm waiting?! Han Yu looked at the yellowed picture scroll for a long time and couldn't calm down. Why...... Why are you waiting for me, why am I here to draw you? ”

"It's not important, the god of the game is not only Qingmei alone, there is only one person in the heart of the god who can stay in the heart, Qingmei does not expect to join hands with the god Hongchen, the god promised to meet again in the eyebrow cliff, and the green eyebrows have been waiting for many years to finally get their wish." Lu Qingmei said something that we didn't understand, but Han Yu was moved by everything from the bottom of his heart. "You can still draw this Danqing, which shows that the god still remembers this eyebrow cliff in his heart, and Qingmei has no regrets in this life."

"I ...... Who the hell am I? Han Yu saw Lu Qing's eyebrows, and asked with emotion. Divine ...... What deity? ”

Lu Qingmei stretched out her hand and slowly stretched out her hand to Han Yu's cheek, she looked at Han Yu with the eyes I am so familiar, Fang Xiang has also looked at Han Yu like this with the same eyes, I frowned suspiciously, what is the relationship between these people and Han Yu, I said before that there is only one person who can keep Han Yu in my heart, and who is that person.

Lu Qingmei's hand hovered in front of Han Yu's cheek and finally didn't touch it, the regret and reluctance in his eyes overflowed, and his hand slowly lowered again.

"I'll take you to see Ye Tianshi."