As soon as the words fell, the ink monkey was grabbed by Luo Qingyin's neck.

Luo Qingyin flicked his hand and threw the ink monkey in the direction of Ling Xianghua, the ink monkey staggered in mid-air, brushed the killer bee, and flew back upside down, hooking her shoulder.

"Stingy, squeaky."

At this time, the dragon scale grass was important, Luo Qingyin didn't bother to care about it, just stared at the direction of Ling Xianghua.

After a while, the killer bees in the honeycomb all turned to Ling Xianghua.

Luo Qingyin tapped his foot, and landed behind the empty honeycomb with a light skill.

Behind the honeycomb, there really is a dragon scale grass!

As the name suggests, the rhizomes that emerge from the ground resemble the shape of a dragon, and the leaves resemble dragon scales, shining in the sunlight, making it look like a lifelike dragon.

Luo Qingyin was a little dumbfounded.

It seems that the ink monkey knows much more about the situation of the two thousand two hundred peaks than the "Cangyun Jian".

Without waiting for the killer bee to come back to his senses, Luo Qingyin pulled out the dragon scale grass and ran.

The ink monkey squeaked after her, "The honey of the killer bee is delicious too!" ”

Luo Qingyin had no choice but to go back and collect honey......

Running out of the valley, the ink monkey snatched the dragon scale grass and stuffed it into his mouth.

Knowing that it was a foodie, Luo Qingyin had already taken precautions, and without waiting for it to swallow it, he quickly grabbed its neck, "I spent so much effort, you can't swallow it alone, right?" Well? ”

The ink monkey was not breathing well, his face was as swollen as his buttocks, and he squeaked and begged Luo Qingyin for mercy.

Luo Qingyin pretended not to hear.

In desperation, the ink monkey had no choice but to spit out the dragon scale grass.

Luo Qingyin picked up the dragon scale grass with his hand, and kept his hand pinching its neck, and said angrily: "Who said that you would compensate me with this grass in the first place?" ”

The ink monkey raised his paw to cover his face.

Luo Qingyin glared at it: "If you dare to steal it again, I will eat the skinned monkey tomorrow!" ”

The ink monkey collapsed sadly, and he had nothing to eat......

The glow of the setting sun dissipated, and twilight crept into the sky.

Luo Qingyin ate and drank to his heart's content, sat on the tree and stared at the ink monkey.

Give it wolf meat, and it won't eat it.

Give it rabbit meat, and it won't even look at it.

Give it bird meat, and it doesn't give a damn!

Is this a hunger strike?

I don't like to eat pull-down.

Luo Qingyin simply didn't care about it, it had lived in the two thousand two hundred peaks for so long, and it would definitely not starve to death.

It's just that after getting the Nine Rank Spirit Grass, how to lure the Nine Rank Spirit Monkey out? What she was most worried about was not Yin, but that there was no Nine Rank Spirit Monkey in the two thousand two hundred peaks......

Anyway, there is a little broken monkey here, and Luo Qingyin doesn't need to think. When he turned his head sideways to ask the ink monkey, he saw a leaf peeking out of the corner of its mouth, which was the blade of the dragon scale grass.

After being discovered, he immediately covered his mouth with his paws, chewed it, and swallowed it.

"Still stealing?"

Luo Qingyin took out the jade box in the ring, and it was empty.

Bean-sized tears fell down, and Luo Qingyin was angry with it.

"I'm going to exchange the dragon scale grass for the Nine Rank Monkey Wine. If you eat it, my task will not be completed, and if my task cannot be completed, there will be no way to get the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng, and I will not be able to cultivate without the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng, and if I can't cultivate, I will always be a waste material! I'm going back to the palace next month, and if I continue to scrap materials, I'll be bullied to death by them! ”

The ink monkey was ready to be beaten by her neck, but she cried all of a sudden, her eyes were red, more like the color on her buttocks, and she couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Seeing its indifferent expression, Luo Qing groaned and said, "You compensate me!" ”

"Isn't it the Nine Monkey Wine? I will pay you for it! The Ink Monkey came back to his senses and bared his teeth at her.

"You think Jiupin monkey wine is Chinese cabbage, you can have it if you want it?" It's not that Luo Qingyin underestimates it, but it's a real three-grade ink monkey, although it is very weird to talk, but it is impossible to brew nine-grade monkey wine.

Unless it has a friendship with the Nine Rank Spirit Monkey...... Looking at it like that, is it possible?

Feeling slighted, the ink monkey squeaked, and didn't know where to pick up a gourd that was still big, and hung it on the gourd, "Here you go!" ”

"A broken gourd, I don't want it!"

"Squeak, illiterate woman." The ink monkey placed the gourd on the trunk of the tree, hung its small body on the gourd, and opened the seal with its paws.

The mellow aroma of wine came to her, and the fragrance was more mellow and intoxicating than any wine she had ever smelled

There is no sweet smell, no pungent alcohol, only a faint fruity aroma, a faint wine power, and a pure wine color, like an unfathomable sea.

Is this Jiupin Monkey Wine?

Luo Qingyin was completely stunned.

"Do you smell it? Nine Monkey Wine! The ink monkey slapped the gourd with his paws, proudly showing off.

In response, there was a "boom".

Luo Qingyin planted it from the tree.

It was a centuries-old tree with a large hole in the center of its trunk, and when she planted it, she did not fall off the tree, but planted it directly into the hole.

Startled, the ink monkey put the gourd on his head and poked his head into the hollow of the tree.

Under the tree hole, Luo Qingyin's cheeks were flushed, and he was so drunk that he was unconscious.

"Squeak, it's not promising, you can get drunk like this when you smell it." The ink monkey said, stuffed the stopper of the gourd and put it away, jumped into the tree hole, took the opportunity to pick up her ring, took out the pills that Zi Yunchen gave her, and threw them into her mouth one by one, chewing it crunching.

In the dead of night, a figure quietly appeared on the tree, and the location happened to be where Luo Qingyin had sit.

"Damn, the clue is broken again!" Han Yan's face was hideous.

Gong Danting sent a message asking them to complete the task within five days and go to the 9,432 Peaks where the Ten Thousand Year Snow Ginseng is located.

But now, she didn't even see the corner of Luo Qingyin's clothes.

Hanyan had never encountered such a dodgy opponent, and he couldn't touch it at all.

He stomped his foot hatefully, and the cold smoke left like a light smoke.

After a long time, the ink monkey poked his head out of the tree hole, squeaked, and said with teeth and claws: "Squeak, hate!" ”

Luo Qingyin was drunk for three days and three nights.

When I woke up, my eyes were black, and I didn't know where to follow.

"Squeak, useless woman, if you don't wake up, you'll starve your master to death." The ink monkey jumped on top of her, scratched her face with his paws, and said angrily, "Three days, just smell it, you dare to sleep for three days." ”

A ray of sunlight shining through the entrance of the cave illuminates everything in the cave.

The place is not large, it is irregular shaped, the ground is dry and tidy, and looking at the surrounding items, it looks like a storeroom, and countless fruits are piled up in the corner, emitting the smell of rot.

In the other corner, there are huge bamboo tubes.

When I opened it and smelled it, it was all monkey wine.

"Broken Monkey, this is your home?" Luo Qingyin picked up the ink monkey.

"Squeak, you don't have such inferior wine." The ink monkey dismissed, "Go pick the spirit fruit, I'm hungry." ”

Luo Qingyin hadn't eaten for three days, and he was even hungrier than it.

Didn't talk nonsense with it, Luo Qingyin approached the bamboo tube, straightened her nose and sniffed, sure enough, the wine tasted mellow, she raised her head and drank the wine, and an intoxicating flush rose on her cheeks.

It's a pity that it's not the ninth product.