Xianghe

"What? You were driven away by him again? You just left obediently?"

Hu Sui was bluffing in his ears again, a big tail dangled in front of her and him, Yuan Qinghui's head hurt so much, this guy has been a ten thousand year old monster, his ears and tail are still It didn't disperse, and it didn't have the calm look that the ten thousand year old monster should have.

Originally, it was just nonsense that didn't have to be answered, but Yuan Qinghui still had the rare patience to reply: "Yes."

Although it was only a short word, it gave Hu Sui great motivation to continue bluffing: "Then he told you to leave and you left? Why are you so cowardly? When you went back last time, didn't you say that you would not leave anyway? ?"

Yuan Qinghui sat down on Hu Sui's tiger-skin throne, and Hu Sui waited beside him knowingly, with his arms resting on the armrest of his throne, and he was not angry. In fact, his desire to gossip was strong at this time , didn't care about such trivial matters, and he was bullied by Yuan Qinghui not once or twice.

"He has someone else in his heart."

Seemingly very tired, Yuan Qinghui lay down on Hu Sui's armchair exhaustedly.

"If there is someone else, you should squeeze them out soon. Love will grow over time, and he will always have a crush on you one day."

I have to say that when it comes to feelings, Hu Sui is the most tenacious person he has ever met.

Back then, when Hu Sui knew that Yuan Qinghui was a fallen angel who had cultivated from scratch, although he always laughed at him for being stupid, Hu Sui was the first one in the past hundred years to say that he was stupid while supporting him and accompanying him in his practice. Cheer up people.

"That person is the Emperor of Heaven." Yuan Qinghui slightly tilted his head, and his tone of speech was not as powerful as before.

"Yeah, that's really better than that—no! What's wrong with the Heavenly Emperor? Everyone must like the Heavenly Emperor? You look at me and think that you are better than the Heavenly Emperor. You also have shining points on you, and you will always be seen by others. .”

Hu Sui lay on the armrest of the fox fur throne, stretched out his hand and patted Yuan Qinghui's arm vigorously, perhaps hoping that this would encourage Yuan Qinghui, but Yuan Qinghui's arm was slapped and trembled. Trembling, he just twitched the corners of his mouth and endured the pain.

Then he said: "He is here to persuade his senior brother to turn around."

"Huh?" Hu Sui was a little confused when he said this: "Is the Emperor of Heaven in the sea of ​​bitterness? Do you want to turn around?"

Yuan Qinghui took a look at Hu Sui's appearance, then sighed weakly and said, "It's just that Xianghele didn't agree with what he did."

"That's it—oh no, this has nothing to do with your leaving. Although the opponent is the Emperor of Heaven, you can't give up so easily."

He is more persistent than himself.

"Big Fox, have you ever met someone you particularly like?"

"Why do you ask this suddenly? Of course, there are too many. Benhu just met the destined little flower fairy yesterday. Unfortunately, she doesn't like Benhu. Look at the red circles of Benhu's eyes. Here? She didn't beat her."

The corner of Yuan Qinghui's mouth twitched again.He thought it was some kind of magical makeup popular among the fox clan, and it matched the rich and gorgeous makeup on this person's face.

"Then when you like her, do you want her?"

Yuan Qinghui looked at Hu Sui very seriously.

Hu Sui immediately complained: "Of course, otherwise, why do you think she beat Benhu? It's because Benhu chased too closely."

"...Then do you still want to chase today?"

Hu Sui was suddenly dismayed: "No matter how lacking someone is, this fox is still a decent big demon. Although his reputation is not very good now, but if there is really no hope, then it is not good for this fox to pester others all the time." Stop others from finding another good relationship, right?"

It was the first time that this big fox had seen him look so human.

"How did you decide to let her go?"

But Hu Sui seemed to be questioned. He knelt down, put his hands on his face, lay on the armrest of the fox fur throne, and thought again and again: "I don't know, it seems that every time I reach a certain stage, I feel that I need to give up. You can't pester others anymore, and after you say this, Benhu realizes that each of Benhu's favorite people develops to different stages."

Then, Hu Sui seemed to think of something again: "Could this be the so-called fate!"

Hu Sui jumped up again, grabbed Yuan Qinghui's arm and said, "That's right, Xiao Huihui? Did you feel that you have no fate with Xianghe, so you gave up?"

Who are you calling Xiao Huihui?

Yuan Qinghui's expression turned cold for a moment, and then, he suppressed his emotions and nestled into the throne: "No, I just feel that I can't grasp it."

Hu Sui couldn't figure out the endless words, and Hu Sui started to yell again: "Why can't you catch it? What do you mean, Xiao Huihui, please elaborate?"

But Yuan Qinghui no longer paid attention to him, and naturally blocked Hu Sui's words, nestled into the tiger skin throne, and closed his eyes.

I couldn't grasp it, at that moment, the fragrant grass in my hand suddenly turned into a misty obsession, like a cloud of smoke on the white jade platform, as soon as I stretched out my hand, he dispersed.

Unable to grasp, from the very beginning, they are not from the same world.

In Xianghe's story, there is only his senior brother. In his view, all the people he meets in his life are unrelated passers-by, passers-by who are not on the same road as him, and passers-by who are destined to stay away.

Yuan Qinghui was that passerby.

And a particularly annoying passer-by who gets in his way.

Blocked his way to meet his senior brother.

The current Emperor of Heaven is not a senior brother that Xianghe is familiar with, so he has been against the Emperor of Heaven, so he has been trying to find a way to awaken the original intention of the Emperor of Heaven. He has been working hard to meet that person.

He loves that person so relentlessly, just as he loves him.

They are all people who don't bump into the south wall and don't look back. Unless one of them bumps into the south wall and dies in advance, otherwise, there will be no winner in this relationship.

What Xianghe said is right, there is no such thing as giving without asking for anything in return. He has always been by Xianghe's side, but there is still a little hope in his heart, a little desire that he will turn back.

It was because he knew his unreal wish that Xianghe had to force him to leave. It was no longer the time to close his eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. .

Although it is now.

But, it's better than leaving before actually causing some catastrophe.

The current him was about to derail and rush off the edge of the cliff at any moment.

It is better to stop on the edge of the cliff than to rush off the cliff and hurt yourself and the people under the cliff.

That's not my own path, so I can't get entangled anymore.

Hu Sui by his ear was still calling, but Yuan Qinghui's consciousness became more and more hazy until he fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing Yuan Qinghui, who was sleeping restlessly on the tiger skin throne, frowning tightly and clutching his chest tightly, Hu Sui finally stopped after screaming for a while.

Hu Sui laid Yuan Qinghui flat on his throne, which was long enough to be used as a bed, and covered Yuan Qinghui's body with a roll of the excess tiger skin hanging down.

"It's tiring to not let go, and it's also tiring to let go. Would it make you feel better if you let go? You guys..."

When Yuan Qinghui was woken up by the loud gongs and drums outside, he was still in a daze and wanted to hit someone at any time.

Thinking about whether that kid Hu Sui had done something to torment him again, he drew another line in his heart.

When he saw Hu Sui rushing into the cave, Yuan Qinghui decided to cross out that stroke and beat him up first.

But before Yuan Qinghui had an attack, he saw a person following behind Hu Sui.

It was a person in a red dress, and that red dress was the clothes of a civil servant in the Heavenly Palace.

Before he looked closely at the man's clothes and guessed which rank of official that man was, then another man also dressed in red walked in behind him.

The cave door of Hu Sui's house is very small, and only one person can pass through. When the second person came in, he stood side by side with No.1 and came towards Yuan Qinghui.

Yuan Qinghui realized clearly that the official uniforms these two people were wearing were second-rank civil servants, and they had a lot of background.

Then, from behind the two of them, another person came in, no, two, ah, no, three, ah, I have to add a few more, ah, ah, I have to add a few times... .

Seeing that there were more and more people in Husui's shabby cave, and it was almost full of people, and there was no sign of few people at the entrance of the cave, Yuan Qinghui couldn't stay idle: "Don't come in behind."

If a few more people come, there might not be enough air in the cave.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the foot behind him, which was about to step in, shrank back at the hole.

Roughly counting, there are more than a dozen civil servants in red official uniforms standing in the cave, each wearing luxurious embroidered gold clothing. The more noble, judging from the embroidered gold on the bodies of the people in the cave, there is no official rank lower than the ninth rank. Yuan Qinghui was a tenth rank civil servant, and he wore a red plain robe without gold embroidering. Well, back then he was jealous of these gold-embroidered official uniforms.

But now, it's not Yuan Qinghui's turn to be jealous of them.

Among the dozen or so civil servants who came in, the first two had the most embroidered gold on their bodies. Each of them held a scroll in his hand. Looking at the black and gold pattern, if Yuan Qinghui guessed correctly, it should be an imperial decree. In the hands of one was a purple official uniform that was even more exaggerated than the embroidered gold on their bodies on a luxurious tray.

Standing first, the priest with the imperial decree in his hand raised the imperial decree high above his head, respectfully bowed towards Hara Qinghui, cleared his throat and said: "My lord, we are dedicated to the emperor of heaven. According to the decree, I welcome you back to the Heavenly Palace to succeed you as the priest of Siwu."

"?"

Yuan Qinghui looked blankly at the priest standing on his left with a beard that grew to his calf. He remembered that this was a big man, second only to Si Wen, and one of Si Wen's confidantes He forgot what it was called, but he remembered being jealous of him back then.

It's just that after Yuan Qinghui's ascension, he only heard that Feng hadn't been formally granted the title, and he had already gone down to earth, and he hadn't returned to Tiangong for more than half a year. He was about to be expelled, not to mention that this is still a heavenly palace with strict rules.

Originally, I thought that I had been expelled from the Heavenly Palace and had no chance, and wanted to live as an unknown Sanxian, but I didn't expect that the heavenly rules were not as strict as I imagined?

Just why now?Why did Tiangong come to his door just after he left Xianghe.

Then, he saw Hu Sui who was winking wildly at him standing next to several civil servants.

The corners of Yuan Qinghui's mouth couldn't stop twitching. Why is this big fox always so idle and flustered? Also, why can he contact Tiangong?

To go or not to go, that is the question.

Yuan Qinghui's mind was tangled for a moment, and then, without any hesitation, he stepped off the tiger skin throne and walked to the side of the priest who was wearing the purple costume of the priest Siwu.

When he first ascended, someone was waiting for him on the ascension platform, and those little fairies who waited for him once gave him an official uniform of the military priest, but later he decided to return to Xianghe and give up this Glory, they threw him away, and this time, they sent a new one, which was exactly the same as the previous one.

Yuan Qinghui's hand gently caressed the clothes. When he first ascended, when those little fairies brought the clothes to him, his eyes were shining, but later, he was willing to take the initiative to abandon it. This long-awaited position took the initiative to take off the fancy clothes, put on ordinary clothes, took off the aura and returned to Xianghe's side, but now, Xianghe doesn't want him anymore, and he can't do it again. Convincing himself to go back as shamelessly as last time, this time, he will put on this suit again.

As if sensing Yuan Qinghui's attitude, the civil servant holding the imperial decree immediately smiled knowingly, and his knee-length beard trembled.

"Welcoming Martial Priest—"