Suddenly he was empty, snorted coldly, and turned his head. Resolutely don't fight her.

Ye Luo didn't bother to talk to his subordinates about the defeated generals, opened the golden pupil, and swept deeper into the hall.

Since the ruins at the bottom of the lake are the places of great power and enlightenment in the past, they must be more than as wonderful as this purple smoke. She is looking forward to greater opportunities.

Sure enough, she found out.

Further down the hall, there is a natural place for sake brewing.

"Purple tobacco and wine?"

Ye Luo's heart moved, and he remembered one of the three legends of the ancient city of the clouds.

It is rumored that the ancestor of the An family, the first lord of Cloud City, loved to drink the most. He built a wine cellar at the bottom of the lake, caught ten purple moon fish from the top of the North Sea, and made wine for him day and night. This Purple Moon Divine Fish is an auspicious thing between heaven and earth, each of them has a berserker-level attack power, and they are the best at brewing wine.

That great power, it is said that he has reached the ninth-order mad martial sect at his peak, has the strength of a half-step mad martial king, and only ten purple moon divine fishes will be subdued in minutes, and he is willing to become his wine-making divine servant.

It is said that as long as you drink a sip of purple tobacco wine, you can greatly improve your cultivation.

It's a pity that every five years, there are four Tianjiao who enter the ruins at the bottom of the lake, and those who can really get purple tobacco and wine can be counted on one hand.

"Heh, just by you, you also want to get purple tobacco and wine?"

Shen Youye scolded, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of mockery, "In the last Four Heavenly Pride, no one got purple tobacco and wine, isn't it, the wind is unrelieved?" ”

"Monks don't drink alcohol." Feng Wuxi's clear eyes narrowed slightly, his five fingers were put together on his chest, and a string of light-colored beeswax Buddha beads hung from his fingertips.

The implication is that the poor monk does not not get it, but does not want it.

"You-" Divine Night's face was swiveled with embarrassment, as if he had been slapped in the face.

Shen Youye only then remembered that five years ago, he, Mo Ye, and Shui Youhan were trying their best to get purple tobacco and wine, but Feng Wushi just stood aside and watched, and did not make any moves. At that time, he thought that Feng Wuli was retreating from the difficulties and gave up.

"Poof~"

Ye Luo couldn't help laughing, "It's okay, Master Wushi doesn't drink, I drink." ”

Feng Wuxi's expression moved slightly, and he said, "That poor monk helps Miss Ye get wine."

The god almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood in the night.

It's infuriating!

"Don't bother the master anymore." Ye Luo smiled and refused, "I already owe Master Wushi several favors, but I don't know how to pay it back." ”

Feng Wuxi's face like a moon god flashed a gentle smile: "Then it doesn't matter if it's one more time."

Ye Luo-,-

"Not really."

"Miss Ye ......"

"I'd like to try it myself."

Feng Wuxi didn't speak, just looked at her deeply.

Ye Luo walked forward more than a thousand steps, and a wine pool appeared in his field of vision.

The wine pond is two meters wide and one meter long. In the pool, there are ten purple fish swimming around. The water in the pool was clear, except for a fist-sized pearl in the center, with purple droplets on the surface, exuding a vast aura.

Ye Luo immediately understood that it was purple tobacco and wine.

Because, the ten Purple Moon Divine Fish are all tightly guarding the pearl and the purple droplets that come out of the pearl.

The Purple Moon Divine Fish swallowed the madness of heaven and earth, nourishing purple tobacco and wine. Or rather, winemaking.

Ye Luo suddenly realized that the purple smoke in the ruins at the bottom of the entire lake was emitted from this purple tobacco and wine.