The breeze rises and the mountains are broken yellow.

Some people, some things.

They are still moving forward according to their original historical path.

The general trend of the world never changes with one person.

Huashan.

After Lu Dongxuan finished his last hand, he collected sixteen unlucky masters from the outside world.

The peach tree with fruit-bearing fruit finally gathered the numbers of the sky.

Oh, no, I should say that one is missing.

Not doing all the work.

But the restrictions around these surroundings caused by the immortal energy gradually dissipated.

It's quite surprising.

After doing this, Lu Dongxuan's figure appeared on Zhao Yang's body again.

She still had that smile, and a breath of dust was everywhere.

Is it...proud?

It seemed that he had created such a big formation for himself, and he could only lock in half of his hometown in his cultivation world without any change in his mentality.

Some, just a little happy?

Very strange emotions.

It's really strange.

At least, Murong, who was standing beside Zhao Yang, was staring at him with a strange look at him, not understanding what this Chunyang ancestor wanted to do.

Fortunately, the permeation of emotions is only a temporary matter.

Before Murong could ask questions, Lu Dongxuan looked at Zhao Yang first.

"Have you brought the wine?"

Lu Dongxuan said softly.

liquor?

What wine?

Murong turned around and saw a very exquisite wine pot in Zhao Yang's hand.

In an instant, the fragrance filled the air.

"Hiss...what wine is this? It smells so good!"

Murong's eyes lit up when he smelled the scent of the wine.

Then.....

"How did your nose grow?"

At the same time, Zhao Yangyu and Lu Dongxuan looked at Murong together.

Bitter wine has no aroma at all. Usually, it has always been colorless and tasteless. How come it can smell the fragrance when it comes to this guy?

Dogs don't have your soul, right?

When the two of them stared at him, Murong touched his nose awkwardly and said in a interrupted manner: "What do you think of me like this? Are you planning to use fairy wine to just use this peach? But the peach is not yet ripe, and I don't know how effective it will be."

When Lu Dongxuan heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Young Master Murong is here to wait. If you want to have a drink, you'll come back with the Taoist.

When I returned to the Qingling Immortal Realm, I was urging the Yuanyuantai and set up a table for Mr. Murong, and then invited three or five Chang'e to pour wine for Mr...."

Lu Dongxuan's words were full of "deep meaning" and Murong was embarrassed.

On the other side, just as the two were chatting, Zhao Yang had already poured some bitter wine on the peach tree.

Water the peach trees with bitter wine.

hehe.

This was not an agreement in advance. The reason for doing so may be considered a tacit understanding between the master and the disciple, or Zhao Yang at this time became an accomplice of Lu Dongxuan's tragic cultivators.

A glass of bitter wine, a dream for a thousand years.

This is really nothing.

Maybe it's good or bad.

I saw that under the watering of bitter wine, nearly half of the newly born peaches began to grow bigger and their color turned a little pink.

The aroma of wine spreads.

The peaches are ripe...

......

......

In the darkness.

Miss Tianmo was watching Zhao Yang's every move.

When he saw him watering the peach tree with bitter wine, he couldn't help but bit his lips.

A little unwilling to give up.

I am not willing to use such good things to produce a pile of compost.

But she didn't go out to stop her.

When she got to the side, she was afraid of Lu Dongxuan, the Chunyang ancestor, but there was no need.

And in the distance.

Many people who silently observed every move here and did not get involved in the fairy-like matters between them, can be called scheming and calculating the great masters of the Yuanshen. At this moment, many people showed a look of sadness on their faces.

Among them, many of them, disciples and teachers were buried in the peach tree.

Now, some of the peaches that exudes the aroma of ripe wine are transformed by the souls of their disciples and teachers.

How can we not be sad?

However, facing this situation, they just stood silently by and watched the scene happen from afar.

Compared with them, others, such as the Lords of God who stand further away.

At this time, they all looked at Lu Dongxuan with a fearful look.

And above them, on the White Feather Stone Bridge, several immortals who had experienced all this now had a hint of gratitude in their hearts.

Fortunately, they were in a normal way. They didn't meet a fierce man like Lu Dongxuan, but they didn't even plan to leave a group of soul monks in their hometown with a slight chance of becoming an immortal.

The peach tree itself is a process of practicing the mind.

Thousands of years have been difficult to endure.

If you are on the peach tree, add some seasonings.

Such as bitter wine, such as memories.

These are the best catalysts for peaches on the trees.

Or...is it poison?

During the silence, a fairy finally spoke up and cursed:

"The person who can come up with this method is definitely the most vicious demon in this world!"

Later, someone continued:

"magic?"

It's just a word, with a little bit of doubt and a little bit of ridicule.

It seemed to be mocking the friends around me, or mocking the two masters and apprentices who were doing demonic behavior below.

But their curses are of no use after all.

On Mount Hua.

Zhao Yang, who had lost a glass of bitter wine, sniffed the fragrance of the wine, and then watered another glass later.

In an instant, the aroma of wine on the peach tree became three more intense again.

Dozens of peaches that were originally lingering between green and ripe have completely turned into pink.

It reveals the aroma of wine, which is really an attractive color.

After a long time, the third cup was also poured down.

Three glasses of bitter wine.

The fruits are ripe on the peach tree.
To be continued...