Lin Xining watched them leave, and then came out again, touched Heishi's head, and sat on the treetops.

"I want to drink."

"Blackstone."

"Hiss!"

He was answered by Blackstone's reluctant reply.

Lin Xining helplessly lay on the branch again, pulling the peach blossom branch with his hand.

If I had known, I wouldn't have given her back the wine.

"Hiss~"

Seeing that Lin Xining looked extremely bored, Heishi hissed at Lin Xining a few times, and then slid down the tree and into the grass.

Lin Xining, who was lying on his stomach on the tree, saw the black stone burrowing into the tree, and the expression on his face was closed.

Then he pulled over an unseen branch and lazily looked at the story recorded in the flowers.

That's right, he just pretended~

At first, he thought that if the peach blossoms of the peach blossom tree fell to the ground, the story recorded in it would also disappear.

Unexpectedly, now that a new tree has bloomed, those stories have been transferred to these new flowers.

These are the stories of a tree, and they can barely pass the time for him.

…

When Lin Xining saw the fourth story, he heard a hissing sound from the grass under the tree.

Lin Xining let go of the peach branch and looked down.

I saw a dead branch rolled around the tip of Blackstone's tail, and a roasted roast chicken was stuck in the dead branch.

When Lin Xining saw the roast chicken, his eyes lit up, he turned over and landed under the tree, sitting there cross-legged.

Heishi came over, hurriedly handed the roast chicken to Lin Xining, and then turned around and burrowed into the bushes again.

Lin Xining tore off a chicken leg with his hand, and then sat slowly under the peach tree and looked at the night scene in the distance.

After a while, Lin Xining finished eating half of the roast chicken, and Heishi came back.

On the tip of the tail of the black stone, this time a bamboo tube was rolled, and the mouth of the bamboo tube was also sealed tightly by the black stone with a thin but hard layer of ice.

"Hiss!"

Heishi handed Lin Xining a bamboo tube with some kind of liquid, and then lay quietly beside him.

Lin Xining is holding a roast chicken in one hand and a bamboo tube in the other.

The ice cube at the mouth of the bamboo tube has been taken back by Heishi the moment Lin Xining got the bamboo tube.

All that was left was the fruity liquid inside, glowing silver in the moonlight.

Lin Xining sniffed it, and then took a small sip.

The mouth is silky, with only a faint sweet taste, but after swallowing, it is full of fruity aromas.

But Lin Xining will not miss it, under this sweet, rich fruity aroma, there is also a faint taste of wine.

"It's a monkey wine?!!"

In this mountain, if Blackstone can find this kind of high-quality, then there is only monkey wine.

There are a lot of monkeys in this scenic spot, Lin Xining also saw a group of big monkeys passing by with small monkeys yesterday, and picked up a lot of peach petals that he fell to the ground and left.

Lin Xining took a sip of monkey wine and a sip of roast chicken, and sat there looking at the night scene that he had seen for many days.

There was peace in my heart.

After eating the roast chicken, the monkey wine drank a small half of a bamboo tube.

Lin Xining's face was slightly red, and he slept on the peach blossom tree with the black stone, and the black stone slept on Lin Xining's stomach.

The sound of insects in the mountains and fields sounded quietly after Lin Xining fell asleep.

The breeze also blows slowly, taking away the smell of roast chicken and the sweetness of monkey wine.

……

On the second day, the place came alive.

Some people are early in the morning, and as soon as the sun rises, some people climb up from the bottom of the mountain.

The man was a bit older, almost in his fifties.

To be here so early, it should be a scenic spot, the villagers under the mountain, very close to here.

I saw this middle-aged woman. Holding a red ribbon in his hand, he stood in front of a peach blossom tree in full bloom.

A pious bow.

"Peach Blossom Tree, please bless my man to be well!

Our family lives on him as a laborer. ”

"Please, you must bless him well."

After chattering, Lin Xining watched her tie the red ribbon to a relatively low peach blossom branch.

Be careful to avoid blooming flowers and tie them in gaps where there are no flower bones.

When the woman finished tying it, she took out five peach blossom-shaped pastries from her bag. Place it in the root system inside the fence under the peach blossom tree.

"Please bless our family."

After saying that, the woman looked forward to the peach blossom tree, and then turned and went down the hill to leave.

Lin Xining, who was lying on his stomach, saw the woman leave and turned over.

Pick up five peach-blossom-like pastries placed in the fence and tap your fingers.

On the pastry, a strange golden ball of light appeared.

The little ball of light fluttered into the red ribbon that the woman had tied.

In Lin Xining's eyes, the red ribbon shone with a little golden light, which was particularly dazzling on the branches of the peach blossom tree.

Lin Xining walked over, floated the pastry in the air with his demonic power, and reached out to touch the ribbon with his free hand.

Immediately, he saw a wrinkled middle-aged man lying in the hospital room with a respirator on his face.

This person should be the man in the woman's mouth.

At the same time, a flower of the peach blossom tree broke away from the treetops and floated towards the red ribbon.

A peach blossom tree mark was left on the red ribbon.

The red ribbon printed with the peach blossom mark seemed to have produced some kind of mutation, and a gentle demonic power belonging to the peach blossom tree was attached to it.

At the same time, Lin Xining automatically realized a method.

When the woman came back the next time, she tied the red ribbon around her ankles. In this way, this gentle demonic force can follow the path she has traveled and find her man.

Use demonic power to restore that man to health.

This peach blossom tree can spontaneously help the people who pray to it, but Lin Xining, the peach blossom essence, can't interfere at all, and completely becomes a mediator.

This made Lin Xining frown slightly, looking into the eyes of a place, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Xining, who stood there for two minutes, returned to the tree with the pastry.

Pinching a piece of pastry floating in front of him, he took a bite and ate a 'petal'.

The moment the pastry was entered, Lin Xining thought of an idiom: melt in the mouth.

After the pastry gets into the saliva in Lin Xining's mouth, it immediately becomes smooth, and the texture stretches around the tip of your tongue.

The craftsmanship is even better than Blackstone's!

Lin Xining immediately ate the peach blossom pastry that was missing a 'petal' in his hand, and then looked at the remaining pastry in a hurry.

No, no!

I don't know when the next time the woman comes, there are only four pieces left of this pastry, and I have to put it away and eat it slowly.

After thinking about it, Lin Xining waved his hand, sent the pastry back to the other space, and delicately placed it on the only stone table in the space.

Lin Xining decided to eat one a day.

This will last for four days, and maybe the woman will come over in a few days.

…

is just as Lin Xining guessed.

The woman came on the third day, this time with a bamboo basket in her hand.

The top of the basket is covered with a blue floral cloth.

……