In the small courtyard, how Mo Fei and the others tasted the fairy fruit spirit root will not be mentioned for the time being.

Time flies quickly, and not long after the Spring Festival, it is the season of spring flowers in a blink of an eye.

In Gujing Village, because of the aura of heaven and earth, flowers and trees began to sprout branches and leaves early.

In other places, it is still cold in spring, but the vicinity of this big green mountain is verdant. From a distance, a piece of turquoise green, endless, really eye-catching.

The old locust tree at the entrance of Gujing Village, the lush branches are full of snow-white locust flowers. A breeze blows, the flowers rain colorfully, and the rich fragrance of acacia flowers permeates the entire small village.

The fruit trees in front of and behind the houses of each house are full of flowers, the peach trees are blooming, the pear trees are blooming in snow, and the whole Gujing Village has become a green world and a sea of flowers.

This small village is like a paradise away from the hustle and bustle, quietly blooming with its own unique beauty in the embrace of mountains and rivers.

In this way, Gujing Village stands out from the crowd.

Other places are just a little spring, here is already full of flowers, green trees, compared to the two, this is simply a fairyland.

As a result, a lot of tourists began to come from all over the world again, enjoy the flowers and play the scenery, go out to explore the secluded, and Gujing Village suddenly became lively again.

Of course, the villagers are very satisfied with this, although groups of strangers come to Gujing Village, and Gujing Village is no longer as peaceful as before, but it is followed by a good income.

Who doesn't like the pink Grandpa Mao, and the simple villagers are of course no exception. Although the villagers of Gujing Village are simple and honest, they understand this truth.

At this time, at the foot of Daqing Mountain, Mo Fei's son in the courtyard had long since recovered his old appearance.

In the shade of green trees, the farmhouse with blue bricks and red tiles looks very emotional.

The small courtyard with the yellow thorn rose as the wall is lush and very graceful. The faintly visible flowers and trees of various colors in the courtyard are scattered. Wisteria corners, pomegranate flowers shine on the door, all kinds of flowers and plants show vigorous vitality, like a brilliant cloud brocade, in the warm spring breeze, swaying with the warm feelings of spring. ，

In the small courtyard where the firewood was closed, there was a hearty laughter from time to time.

"Xiaomo, in the past year, how do you see that you are getting younger and younger!"

Zhang Zhongjing, Old Man Zhang, drank tea and chatted with Mo Fei.

This old man is addicted to medicine, and it can be said that he loves medicine and is obsessed. A few years ago, I came to Gujing Village with a few old friends to visit Mo Fei, and I lived here for a few months, and I really learned a lot of things.

The knowledge of medicine and Taoism mastered by Mo Fei was all passed on by his teacher Dao Yin Zhenren and his uncle Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai when he was learning the Tao in Tiantai Mountain, which was naturally extraordinary.

Even if Mo Fei is not very profound, for Old Man Zhang and others, it is a precious anomaly.

If it weren't for the approaching New Year, the family would have urged them three times and invited them three times, and several old people would have been reluctant to leave.

How good it is to stay in Gujing Village, the mountains are good, the water is good, the people are good, the food is better, and Mo Fei, the holy hand of medicine, preaches and solves doubts, and the old men led by Zhang Zhongjing are a little happy.

No, as soon as the New Year passed, just after the spring, Mr. Zhang Zhongjing couldn't stay at home, and he summed up with a few old friends on the phone, okay, let's go to Gujing Village to find Xiaomo. Old man Zhang Zhongjing came first, so he went directly to Mo Fei to report.

Along the way, there was gray and abrupt everywhere, the grass had just spit out a little shoot, and the trees had just begun to turn green, but Gujing Village was full of life.

Old Man Zhang sat in the small courtyard of Mo Fei's house, holding a teacup, looking at the fragrance of the garden, and the contrast along the way became more distinct.

Where is this remote mountain village, it is clearly a fairyland paradise on earth. (To be continued......)