For a long time, the mood of wind and bamboo loneliness still can't be calm for a long time.

But thinking that he couldn't let Shu Yao wait for a long time, Feng Zhulin picked up the ring that was resting on the bed.

The appearance of the ring is simple, there are not many fancy patterns, and when you pinch it in your hand, it still has a faint luster.

Feng Zhushan suddenly remembered that there was such a ring on Shu Yao's finger.

He hooked his lips slightly and placed the ring on his ring finger.

I vaguely remember that Master was wearing it on this finger.

After the ring was attached, he gently cut his finger, and there was blood on the tiny wounds, which melted into the ring.

The ring rubbed with a burst of light.

In this way, Feng Zhushan can see everything inside the ring.

Such a simple ring, but it is dazzling, all kinds of magic weapons, all kinds of pills, countless countless.

If this is to be known by others, I am afraid that they will have bad intentions.

Feng Zhushan just glanced at it, then took out the sect's clothes from it and put them on.

The white and blue placket, the garment of this inner door.

I am not a personal disciple, thinking of this, Feng Zhulone's heart flashed some loss.

But then I thought about it, I was originally in the outer gate, and now I can come here, which is already very good.

Why think about something else.

After changing his clothes, Feng Zhushan tidied himself up, then pushed the door and went straight to Shu Yao's house.

As soon as he walked to the house, before Feng Zhushi knocked on the door, Shu Yao spoke inside.

"Come in."

Feng Zhushan pushed the door open and went in, and as soon as he entered, he closed the door casually.

He just glanced at it, lowered his eyes, and stood where he was.

This room is not big, and in a huge room, there is only the soft collapse under Shu Yao's body.

On the wall behind her, there is also a painting on the wall, on which a dragon flies and a phoenix dances with a Taoist character written.

"Tea worshippers."

Shu Yao said lightly.

Feng Zhu looked at the empty room, where was the tea.

Finally, I thought about it, and what I carried with me was a teacup.

So, Feng Zhulin took out a teacup from his storage bag and threw a peach fruit into it.

This kind of peach pot is a kind of fruit drink that the female cultivators in the immortal world like very much.

Powder. Tender. The tender skin is soft on the inside when you touch it, so it's okay to eat it in your hand, but if you throw it into the cup, it will turn into juice in an instant.

The peach fruit is not a high-grade spiritual fruit, and in it, it must not be able to absorb the slightest spiritual energy.

Therefore, the monks after Bigu will not touch these things again.

"Master, please have tea."

Feng Zhushan served tea with both hands and knelt in front of Shu Yao.

After Shu Yao finished saying the tea ceremony, she felt panicked, her room was empty and there was really nothing.

Although, the senior brother in charge said that she would give a grand apprenticeship, but in her secrets, she felt that that kind of apprenticeship was very unsuitable for herself.

"Master?"

Feng Zhushi shouted again.

"Hmm."

Shu Yao answered, took the tea from her hand, and nodded with a smile.

She took a sip, sweetly relished, with the sweet smell of peaches in it.

Shu Yao felt that after sitting on the master, plus she was still a Yuanying power, she had to be a little more forceful.

She felt that a little sip, in fact, it was almost the same.

However, the first time I drank this, it was really delicious.