The flower room has a lot of space, the height is also very high, there are about 100 meters, and in addition to the first few mandala flowers, there are dozens of white phoenix myrtles, nearly 20 Qing Dutch plants, and nearly 30 blue shadow berries!

In addition to these four kinds of flowers and plants that Murong Limeng considered to be the most precious, there were also countless rare medicinal herbs such as Phantom Ice Grass growing densely in this vast flower room!

The random growth of flowers and plants makes people think that a large number of their seeds may have been randomly sprinkled into the soil and then herded......

The soil here has no traces of human cultivation!

Moreover, the most annoying thing is that some of the spirit herbs here are obviously medicinal and restrained, but they grow very close, just like they grow out of a radish pit!

"The conditions here must be special. Murong Limeng saw two Flame Grass and Phantom Ice Grass circling each other.

The two spiritual herbs are mutually restrictive, and the growth environment required is very different, but they coexist harmoniously in this area, and they both grow very well!

Murong Limeng opened the "Xuantong Witty Words" mental method, allowing her breath to gradually blend perfectly with the surrounding environment, and when she walked under a relatively thick mandala flower tree, she found that behind the flower tree, a corner of the black piano platform was exposed.

She cautiously poked her head out, and a man in a light coat was sleeping on the piano platform, and under him, he pressed a six-stringed guqin.

The strings of the guqin were very flexible, and they were crushed by him, and they were not broken. The man's long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and several strands of hair fell into the gap between the strings.

Murong Limeng walked to the other side gently, and the man's face suddenly fell into her eyes!

What a calm, restrained beautiful man!

"It's only a little worse than Master. Murong Limeng added in his heart.

The man propped his temples diagonally with one hand and hidden between the wide sleeves with the other, and as his breath rose and fell, the few strands of fine hair that hung down on his forehead rose and fell regularly.

The monks that Murong Limeng was tracking were nowhere to be found.

Murong Limeng, in line with the principle of not disturbing the man's rest, planned to continue to track down the three monks, but heard a very seductive voice coming from the mouth of the man who was sleeping quietly:

"Girl, since you're here, how can you leave without a cup of tea?"

Murong Limeng's eyes rolled, and she didn't know if this man had anything to do with those monks, but when she arrived at someone else's territory, she still wanted to continue looking for someone in someone's territory, so she had to figure out the details of this man.

"Okay, thank you. ”

Before the words fell, the man did not move, but in the open space in front of him there was a set of exquisite and complex tea sets, which were placed on a large, thick, and equally delicate coffee table.

Murong Limeng smiled and walked to the small stool opposite the tea table and sat down, took a cup of brewed tea casually, put it to his nose and smelled it.

"Qing Holland. "Murong Limeng likes the unique aroma of this orchid.

The man's eyes were closed, his face was calm, and at some point, there was an elegant folding fan in his hand, and he was fanning himself unhurriedly.

It's not hot, is it?

Murong Li dreamed of the cold winter outside the flower room, and then saw the man who boasted of himself leisurely shaking the folding fan, closing his eyes and recuperating, only to feel that this warm and cool flower room was also as cold as outside.

"Drink it, your cultivation can go up to a higher level, can you believe it?" The man was like a gentle lobbyist, seeing that Murong Limeng was just smelling the fragrance of tea, and had no intention of drinking it, he actually took the folding fan, opened his eyes, and looked into the depths of Murong Limeng's eyes with a bewitching look.

Murong Limeng looked at the man and saw that in those clear eyes, there was a faint red aura around the black pupils, like the perfect moment of a total solar eclipse.

Murong Limeng raised the teacup, put it to his lips, and pecked lightly under the man's gaze. The unique floral fragrance of Qing Holland immediately bloomed in her throat with the tea liquid, and a pure wood aura quickly drilled into Murong Limeng's dantian!

As soon as it entered Murong Limeng's dantian, it immediately wrapped around Murong Limeng's golden inner pill, and carried the golden pill to rotate wildly, so that the newly incorporated aura involuntarily rotated wildly, and finally condensed in the golden pill!

Murong Limeng's cultivation had already reached the realm of the Ninth Layer of Great Perfection in the late stage of Jindan, and all the waves of thunder power that had been sucked by Xiao Zeyang's previous waves of thunder were absorbed by the dry lotus in the sea of knowledge, and she didn't get it at all, and now, after drinking a cup of tea made by Qing Dutch, her cultivation actually faintly showed signs of breaking through.

"Who is this person?" Murong Limeng couldn't help but wonder in his heart, why would he help her improve her cultivation?

Qing Holland is a rare spirit grass, looking at the entire Eastern Continent, there are very few veins that can cultivate Qing Holland.

Murong Limeng smiled, put down the teacup, and conjured up a delicate and small jade bottle from "Yourong" and put it on the table.

"Come and don't be rude, Childe, please. Murong Limeng's palm brushed the tabletop, and a small, delicate wine glass immediately appeared on the table.

Murong Limeng gracefully picked up the jade bottle, patted the seal on the bottle, and poured a glass of sake.

The elegant aroma of wine immediately covered up the faint aroma of tea, the man sniffed carefully, immediately put away the tea set on the table, replaced it with two plates of dried fruits with wine, and praised:

"At least 400 years of pure Dutch wine, good!"

Raising the wine glass, the man raised his head and drank it all, the perfect combination of the unique aroma of Qing Dutch and the unique spiciness of good wine, penetrating deep into his internal organs.

He first held his breath, closed his lips, and waited for the wine to swim through the meridians of his body before he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Na-"

Murong Li dreamed of it and praised it: "Gongzi is a person who likes wine, he knows wine, and he can also drink, happy......!

The man was praised by Murong Limeng, and he wanted to float to the sky, but when he heard that Murong Limeng had something to say, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Ordinary people speak, and the content behind the turn is what really matters!

"But what?" Murong Limeng deliberately sold Guanzi, causing the man's heart to feel as if he was being scratched by ants.

"This oriental wine looks ordinary, but it hides an arrogant soul like a dragon! Murong Limeng pinched the lotus finger, and her eyes flashed with confidence, "Because wine is more fragrant than flowers, holding a cup is like a flower." ”

"Oh?" the man sat up straight, listening with interest.

Murong Limeng gently raised the new wine glass and gracefully spun it in front of the man, "Raise your glass lightly! ”

"A full cup is a courtesy, not overflowing respect. Makes sense......" The man's gaze finally shifted with great interest from the wine glass in Murong Limeng's hand to Murong Limeng's white palm that was pinching the lotus finger and gently holding the small wine glass, and then moved along Murong Limeng's thin arm to her face......