Leaving from Nanjue Zhuyun Mountain, Mo Yu went straight to Fuqian Mountain, Fuqian Mountain and the East China Sea junction, perennial humidity is abnormal, the mountain side road is slippery and difficult to walk, few mortals come here to hunt, so the wild animals in the mountain are prevalent, a dilapidated scene.

If you don't know that this is the residence of the immortals on the clouds, you think that this is the forbidden place of the fairy world, and no one dares to step into it.

Mo Yu looked at the Fuqian Mountain, which is like a deep mountain and old forest, with a slight wave of his hand, a straight avenue appeared in front of him, and after walking through this road, the sign of Fuqian Mountain appeared in front of him, and he walked through this brand, but he saw that the inside and outside were not a scene, the birds and flowers in Fuqian Mountain were fragrant, and the pavilions and pavilions were like a fairyland, and the gap between them was really huge.

"What kind of wind is this, it actually blew Mo Yu to the gods," I looked for the sound and left, only to see a fairy in pink clothes, smiling smartly.

"Could it be that the gods have also heard that tomorrow in my jade spring pool, the rare lotus fairy flowers that are rare for thousands of years will bloom, and I will come to feast my eyes. ”

Mo Yu walked to the pavilion, "Ning Yun, this time I came to this lotus flower is not fake, and it is not fake to come and see an old friend,"

"But forget it, I've known you for hundreds of years, and I can't drive you out like ordinary people, you can see it if you like, the flowering period of this lotus is also short, and the ripening of Hualien is only a moment, and it will melt when it falls into the water, if you catch it, take it away,"

Ning Yun walked to the stone table, and with a flick of his jade hand, a pot of wine and a plate of fruit appeared on the stone table, "Recently, butterfly flowers have bloomed, and a few pots of butterfly drunken immortals have been brewed,"

As he spoke, he picked up the jade pot and poured the wine, Mo Yu picked up the wine on the table and drank it all, "It's been hundreds of years, or Ningyun, the wine you brewed is the most suitable for me, this butterfly drunken fairy is sweet but not greasy, spicy but not spicy, when I leave, it's good to bring me a pot." ”

Ning Yun looked at Mo Yu, "You don't usually come to me often, you won't be greedy for a cup, Nan Jue has never been good at wine, who do you bring this wine to?"

Mo Yu put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the Yuquan Pool, "You lotus fairy flower, it's also strange, even the fairy pool of the Heavenly Palace falls into the water, and it doesn't grow an inch, but it is vigorous when it comes to you." ”

Ning Yun saw that Mo Yu was not talking, so he poured himself a drink, so uncomfortable.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight shone into Fuqian Mountain, the lotus flowers in the Yuquan Pond vied to open, but not many of the stamens could mature and grow into Hualiens.

After the lotus flower is in full bloom, it will slowly wither in an instant, and the petals gradually fall into the water and sink to the bottom of the spring.

The green ball in the light of the sun, gradually turned into earthy yellow, brushed, fell into the water, Mo Yu saw this, waved his right hand, Hualien stagnated in the air, Mo Yu's right hand picked up, only to see Hualien slowly fly to his hand, his right hand flicked again, and Hualien was collected into his sleeve.

At this time, Ning Yun also put down his right hand that was holding his head, and waved it to the stone table, "You can take this pot of butterfly drunken immortals away, this wine is quite strong, it is better to drink as little as possible." By the way, after some time, I will go to Zhuyun Mountain, you can help me tell my senior brother, and refine a After-Rain incense for me, so that I don't have to stay with him for ten days and a half when I go to get it. ”

Mo Yu walked to the stone table, put away the wine, and then also rose to the clouds, Ning Yun looked at Mo Yu's back, and his face was not as chic and natural as it was at first, just looked at it in a daze, and sighed alone.