Zhuang Meiyan had such close contact with a strange man for the first time in her life, and she was embarrassed in her heart, but she was grabbed by Xiaobai's hand and couldn't get out. The muscles in his chest were strong and powerful, but not as weak as they appeared on the surface.

A huge wolf head tattoo was tattooed on his chest, the wolf head was lifelike, the fangs on the side of his mouth were hideous and terrifying, and a pair of wolf eyes were crystal clear, and they were actually inlaid with two red blood jade hearts. This tattoo is very peculiar, and the charm can't help but look at it a few more times.

Xiaobai looked at Zhuang Meiyan pitifully, and probably felt that Zhuang Meiyan couldn't help himself, so he ran away in the yard again, he was as uncomfortable as a fire, although he took off all his clothes, but still couldn't relieve the heat in his body.

In the end, Xiaobai's eyes turned red, and he simply plunged into the snowdrift and rolled in the snowdrift. The snow was cold, and Xiaobai finally felt a little comfortable, so he kept wiping the snow on himself.

Zhuang Meiyan was at a loss, and she was worried that something would happen to him, so she had to stay aside and watch. After making a fuss like this for about an hour, Xiao Bai's skin gradually returned to its true color, Zhuang Meiyan felt that the medicinal power of the flame fruit was almost dispersed, and he was afraid that Xiao Bai would catch a cold if he continued to make trouble, so he stepped forward and persuaded him to put on a jacket and take him back to the house to roast the fire.

Xiaobai slept for three days, but fortunately was unharmed.

Zhuang Meiyan was greatly inspired by this, and she realized that the fierceness of the Flame Fruit could only be suppressed by something cold, so she rebrewed it and piled ice cubes around the outside of the jar to lower the temperature of the jar.

This time, the effect of the first brew was really much better than the first time, but it was a pity that one of the jars was broken because the wine jar could not withstand the alternation of hot and cold, and the other two jars were full of aroma after breaking the seal, and even the chrysanthemum sitting in the room was full of praise. Xiaobai learned well this time, so he naturally didn't dare to steal half of his mouth.

Zhuang Meiyan took a small bite and couldn't help frowning.

Back in the house, Chunju saw her preoccupied, so she asked: "Miss, your method this time is effective, how fragrant this wine is, people who can't drink wine feel the fragrance, just like the fragrance of flowers in our garden when they bloom in spring, it's weird." ”

Zhuang Meiyan sighed and said contemplatively: "Although the fragrance is there, the taste is still fiery. According to the book, this wine is called 'Hundred Potpourri' which means that it has the aroma, condensed with the fragrance of a hundred flowers, and is lush, and there is also a name called 'Spring Garden', but it means that the taste is warm and clear, as if the spring breeze descends on the earth, the spring rain moistens and all things recover. If it can't dissolve the fierce aura of the Flame Fruit, this wine still can't be brewed. ”

Chunju was stunned and stunned, and said, "Then you can't use this Laoshizi Flame Fruit, can't you replace it with something else?"

Zhuang Meiyan pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "The book says that the flame fruit, the most rigid fruit in the world, is extremely hot. It has the advantage of condensing the aroma, making it gather but not disperse, and last for a long time. ”

Chunju couldn't help frowning, and said: "This can't do this, that's not okay, miss, don't worry, if it really doesn't work, let's go back to that Duanmu boy, we won't brew this wine, just find another topic for him." ”

Zhuang Meiyan couldn't help but smile and said: "How can that be done? ”

Chunju knew the young lady's temperament, so she didn't say more.

On this day, the weather was fine.

Zhuang Meiyan changed into a tight-fitting shirt, covered with an old goatskin jacket that is often passed down in the mountains, put on a pair of animal skin leather pants made of wild deer skin, wore a hat with hare fur trimmed ears on his head, and wore long deerskin leather boots made in the mountains, and tied the cuff of the boots and trousers tightly with a rope. Covered in leather goods, she only showed a pair of clever eyes to turn around, and if she had a bow and arrows in her hand, she would be a standard mountain hunter.

This dress is the equipment of the mountain people when they go into the mountains to hunt in winter, although the appearance is not very elegant, but it is the warmest, even if it is ambushed in the snow for a day and a night, it will not be frozen.

Zhuang Meiyan cleaned up and was about to go out. Chunju looked uneasy, and followed behind and nagged: "Miss, can't you just let Brother Niu help us go to this matter?" ”

Chunju looked very nervous, and even an unspeakable unlucky word had to be recited for a long time.

Zhuang Meiyan couldn't help but laugh, and said: "It's not that I haven't been to this mountain, in late autumn, I followed my aunt to dig wild vegetables and hunt hares, and I have been in and out several times. Besides, Brother Niu went with me, and I didn't go into the mountains alone. Ten thousand years of ice is easy to take, but there is a good difference between thousands of years of snow and water, how can he understand the difference between a man. There are only four ingredients left from Duanmu Gongzi, which is only enough for the last brew, and I don't want to make any more mistakes. ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going into the mountains to fight fierce beasts, what danger can I have? Zhuang Meiyan looked back at Chunju with a sad face, and explained.

Chun Juwu was not at ease, and followed him out of the door, and suddenly said, "Miss, I'll go with you." ”

Zhuang Meiyan took a long time to leave Chunju behind, and followed Han Niu'er into the mountains and forests. She thought about it all night, flipped through the books all night, and finally thought of two things that might suppress the fierceness of the Flame Fruit, which was ten thousand years of ice and a thousand years of snow.

She asked the village chief, and the old hunter, who had been hunting in the depths of Qiyang Mountain all year round, told her that on the back of the main peak of Qiyang Mountain, the snow did not melt all year round, and there might be something she was looking for. So she decided to go into the mountains with Han Niu'er to get ice.

The scenery of the Great Snow Mountain is breathtaking, and when you look up, the snow is white, and it is a clean world! The surrounding mountains are undulating, like a white dragon lurking and sleeping. The sunlight reflects on the snow-white peaks, and the peaks turn into jade and bloom with magnificent colors.

Zhuang Meiyan is greedy for beauty, looking left and right, and her eyes are gradually a little burning. In the end, Han Niu'er reminded her that there was no reference in the snow, and if she stared at the snow for too long, her eyes would become blind. They blindfolded their eyes with gray tulle, and the scenery immediately turned gray, and Zhuang Meiyan also felt much more comfortable for his eyes.

If the back of Qiyang Mountain is divided according to the national border, it actually belongs to the boundary of the neighbor Wuyang Kingdom, but because the terrain is steep and the snow peaks do not melt all year round, it is inaccessible, and the garrison rarely patrols to that place, so it can be regarded as entering and exiting the land of no one.

Under the leadership of Han Niu'er, Zhuang Meiyan found the 10,000-year-old ice. Thousands of years of snow need to be dug up in an open area, and the snow on the periphery of the frozen layer is extremely clean.

Han Niu'er carefully used a pickaxe to cut the snow surface, but he didn't know that the snow on the peak of Qiyang Mountain was accumulated and piled up over the years, and it was more difficult to dig than frozen soil, so it took a lot of effort.

Finally digging a half-man-deep pit, Zhuang Meiyan used a clean shovel to get the thousand-year-old snow little by little into the jar that had been prepared a long time ago.

At this moment, the wind was whistling in the mountains outside, faintly mixed with a thunderous roar, and Zhuang Meiyan, who was concentrating on digging snow, suddenly heard Han Niu'er's voice thundering, full of panic.

"Oh no! It's an avalanche! Miss Zhuang run!"