"You're in such a hurry." Lu Yuan couldn't cry or laugh, but he had to go.

"Hehe, there are powerhouses from the Yuanwu Realm who have visited there." Xia Zijin smiled mysteriously.

"So powerful? There are actually strong people from the Yuanwu realm who come to this remote town, even if it has a history of 10,000 years, there will be no strong people patronizing here. Lu Yuan pondered. Obviously, I also felt incredible, and the curiosity in my heart was also a little bit.

In the middle of the night, after passing through a few streets, a fairyland appeared in front of Lu Yuan's eyes.

"I'll go!" Lu Yuan was suddenly stunned.

"I'm right, hee-hee." Xia Zijin covered his mouth and smiled.

During this season, the flowers are in full bloom, the fragrance is abundant, the slender willow branches are flowing in the wind, and the clear river flows slowly. It creates a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. There is not a trace of noise around, and the people by the river are intoxicated. There are also many monks who have experienced this experience, and often the beautiful scenery is more suitable for attracting stagnant cultivation.

You see, on the peach blossoms, several bees hug each other to collect honey, colorful butterflies are ringed around each other, and the fish in the water also surface, and they also want to taste the beauty of this world.

Even if there are too many unsatisfactory things, they will be eliminated here.

A gust of wind, two petals of osmanthus fell with the wind, Lu Yuan reached out to catch it, close to the tip of his nose.

"Ha, that's so fragrant."

Lu Yuan felt the fragrance of osmanthus flowing in his body, relieving the fatigue in his heart.

"It's called Huamanlou, and it gets its name from the fragrance of Wanjing. A teahouse was opened here a long time ago, where people can enjoy the flowers and feel the natural atmosphere. A hundred years ago, after a strong man from the Yuanwu Realm visited, there have been strong people coming one after another. Xia Zijin said softly.

"Well, well deserved." Lu Yuan looked at this flower and praised.

Later, under the leadership of Xia Zijin, he came to Huamanlou and found a place to sit, where many monks were feeling the fragrance of flowers, drinking a cup of tea, and tasting life.

"Little Er, give me a pot of wine." Xia Zijin said.

After a while, a man with a cup in his hand came to build a drink for Xia Zijin and the others and left.

Lu Yuan took a sip, and a faint fragrance slowly slipped down his throat. The wine here seems to be blended with the fragrance of flowers, which is invigorating the aura in the body. At this moment, Lu Yuan felt a comfort that he had never felt before, and a slight heat emerged from the dantian.

"I envy you to live here." Lu Yuan sighed lightly.

"If you like it, stay here forever. You are always welcome in my house. Xia Zijin felt the mood swings of the young man in front of him and comforted.

Lu Yuan shook his head.

"Come, have a toast, and thank you little brother for saving your life." Xia Zijin picked up his wine glass and clinked glasses with Lu Yuan, and then dried them all.

The two of them chatted about the past in the fragrance of flowers, poured out their past troubles, and with a slight wine, even Lu Yuan's tight sore spot was also spoken.

"What?" Xia Zijin slapped the table and stood up.

The people around were also startled, and they were suddenly awakened when they were immersed in it.

Lu Yuan tugged at her sleeve and motioned for her to whisper.

Xia Zijin also felt that his behavior was indecent, so he sat down. But he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and said with a frown

"Why are people's hearts so sinister?"

"Hey."

Xia Zijin looked at the young man in front of him and thought of his sad past, and he was also extremely sad. It was supposed to be a carefree time at this age, but he endured so much unforgettable pain.

Lu Yuan calmed down at this moment, smiled lightly, and his resolute eyes seemed to have a sea of stars.

"I'll use my hands to slowly get them back."

Xia Zijin wanted to say something, but he didn't speak.

"Today, I just feel this sweetness."

……

There are also more monks around, and tourists from other places are amazed, and the company of flowers and wine makes people talk about it.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the willow dances lightly, the night cicadas chirp, bid farewell to the warm sunshine, and the candles on the upper floor light up this clear place.

[I only want to write about the scene in this chapter, and I don't want to write anything else.] 】