In the two years that Fenglin Yuewan was in seclusion, Tang Mi lived a peaceful life that she had never experienced in her two lives. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In addition to cultivating steadily and advancing to the late stage of Jindan, she also learned to make wine.

In fact, this was not her intention to brew, but looking at the maple green fruit full of branches, she felt that one day she left, she would never be able to taste this aura-rich and delicious fruit again.

I followed the advice of the black girl, saying that the fruit wine was delicious, more delicious than the fruit, and that it was wine, but in fact it was not wine at all.

Tang Mi just smiled after hearing this, this stupid girl, she wanted to drink greedily, and she actually fooled her, although she didn't like to drink, but isn't the spirit wine made from spirit fruits?

Tang Mi, who had nothing to do, also pretended not to know, and in the eyes of the black girl full of expectation, she brewed her first "masterpiece", and she named it again: honey brewing (the meaning of Tang Mi's brewing).

Maybe it's because of her own brewing, Tang Mi thinks that this fruit wine is really delicious, and now she has to drink a small bottle of honey almost every day, and her wine resistance and alcohol volume have slowly been exercised and improved a lot.

The semi-reclining couch chair made of green bamboo was properly placed in the small courtyard surrounded by Tang Mi with iron thorn vines, in this maple forest, next to the Moon Lake, was the small courtyard of the cottage she arranged with her own hands, but she was still lazy and did not build the hut, and she also used the Linglong house that she thought was safe.

"Xiao Teng, take good care of him, I'll come when I go."

Tang Mi placed Si Mulong on the bamboo chair, covered him with a thin quilt, and let Si Mulong bask in the sun in this small courtyard every day, which is always good.

Looking at the person who has been sleeping for two years, fortunately, at least it is not jet black now, and the demonic energy in his body has been cleared away, but I don't know why, he has never woken up.

The small vine swings its branches, which have never grown many leaves, and then automatically clings to the bamboo chair, not moving, and from a distance, it looks very much like Si Mulong lying on a bamboo chair with emerald green and gold edges.

Not long after Tang Mi left, a thunder leopard figure burst out of thin air.

Shaking his head, shaking the fur on his body, and stretching his slender, athletic body by the way, finally ran back to the side of the bamboo recliner, stretched out his big scarlet tongue, and licked Si Mulong's cheek.

Xiao Teng shook the leaves, disgusted to death.

"Be careful, okay? Your saliva has come to me, and it stinks to death. ”

"Who told you to circle the chair every day, you can't circle the fence?"

The leopard with its huge head shook again, and looked at the small vine on the bamboo chair with dissatisfaction.

"Just lick, just lick, my master, why can't you lick? If you have the ability, you can lick your master, can you lick it? Do you have a tongue? ”

"Childish, am I not just on the orders of my master to protect your master? Silly leopard. ”

"Hmph, Master Leopard, I don't want to talk to a stick of wood."

Lei Leopard walked into the Linglong House with elegant steps, and swallowed a large piece of roasted, fragrant beast meat in his mouth.

The little vine swings the only two branches and leaves, and it really doesn't bother to pay attention to this stupid leopard, does it think that the owner doesn't know it's there?

When the owner goes out every day, doesn't he always give it a chance to come out and eat barbecue? Do you really think that the barbecue is put there for nothing every day, and I haven't seen it, and I haven't seen the host ask?

Lei Leopard was full, and he also lay on the side of the bamboo chair, squinting and dozing, every day at this hour, it was the most comfortable time, in other words, why did the master wake up clearly, why didn't he open his eyes? Is it really good to let a woman carry in and out every day?

In the dantian, the small version of "Si Mulong" opened his eyes, but after a flash of laughter, he closed them again, as if everything was as usual.

Tang Mi was guarding on the edge of a cliff, a few days ago, she inadvertently found that a hundred meters below the cliff, a purple core thunder grass grew, this is estimated to be a useful thing for Si Mulong's monk with a thunder spirit root, counting the days, today is the time for it to mature.

Originally, she wanted to transplant this purple core thunder grass into the space, but this spirit grass was born rare and delicate, and it was the weakest period when it matured, and if it moved without permission, it was estimated that it would not survive, so she waited until today.

After standing still for a moment, she really smelled the unique fragrance of flowers, if it weren't for her good sensitivity to spirit plants, she probably wouldn't have noticed it.

Curled her lips and smiled slightly, and flew down the cliff, where she had already explored the location, environment, and foothold.

Looking at the spirit plant that had already hung this small purple fruit, she hurriedly turned out the jade hoe before approaching the purple core thunder grass, and suddenly flashed sideways, and a thin purple shadow quickly swept across her cheek.

Tang Mi smiled secretly, a little companion beast of the spirit plant, she didn't take it to heart, quickly released the black girl, let it deal with it, she still dug the spirit plant.

After Lingzhi got it, she turned around, and when she turned around, she was stunned, when was there a person standing behind her, and she didn't even notice it? Is she too careless? Or is his cultivation too high?

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask, what is the matter with you?"

Tang Mi sighed slightly, although she felt that she was asking knowingly, the other party probably came for this purple core thunder grass, but she didn't plan to sell it, maybe this spirit grass could make Si Mulong wake up?

The person who came did not reply to Tang Mi's question, but just looked at her lightly, and only opened his mouth when Tang Mi's patience was about to run out:

"You are? You're not Qing'er. ”

。。。。 Tang Mi's forehead jumped slightly, what kind of Qing'er, actually digging a spiritual plant, can also be mistaken?

Qing'er, uh, isn't her mother just like that, her grandfather also called her mother Qing'er, it can't be that this person knows her mother.

"Fellow Daoist, you are talking about Qing'er, but your name is Ou Yunqing?"

Tang Mi's eyes rolled, and he still asked this question, looking at the male cultivator in front of him, his appearance and temperament were also dusty, as long as he was not the one who wanted her to return the spirit grass, then everything was easy to talk about.

"Yes, do you know Qing'er?"

There was a trace of hesitation on the male cultivator's face, but he still opened his mouth, mainly because this female cultivator is too much like Qing'er, but the age is not right, and in addition to age, this appearance is also a few points better than Qing'er.

"I know, she's my mother, but she disappeared very early."

Tang Mi exhaled secretly, okay, he didn't come to grab the purple core thunder grass.

"You, you are Qing'er's daughter? No, no, you lied to me, Qing'er can't marry someone else, you lie, say, are you lying to this seat? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, this male cultivator stretched out a straight hand and stuck it towards Tang Mi's throat, and the male cultivator's peaceful face suddenly became distorted.

Ma Dan, I actually met an old man whose mother was sick, unlucky, Tang Mi secretly exclaimed.

Miserable, this person said that if he changed his face, he would change his face, but her body was rushing towards the cliff, obviously she couldn't beat it, she had to run.