Yun Tianhong was stunned and said softly: "Looking at the mountains full of flowers, brewing the spiritual wine of nostalgia... Where is your nostalgia?"

Li Xiuyuan was startled. He wanted to say that my homesickness was of course Fengyun City.

Daxiao and Agui walked through the streets to study at Zizhuyuan, where their husband lived.

My favorite time in spring, summer, autumn and winter is the time when the apricot blossoms are all over the sky and the orioles are flying and the grass is growing.

But when the words came to his lips, they became a faint sentence: "Who doesn't have their own hometown? After all, that is the place where I was born."

Staring blankly at a petal floating in the cup, Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly and fell into his own memories.

Even though he has traveled thousands of miles since he left, what he misses most in the end is Fengyun City's apricot blossom cake.

Then there was a city in front of him, a lane of apricot blossoms, and a fragrance all the way.

The city became clearer and clearer in his eyes, the apricot flowers on the side of the alley bloomed quietly after the rain, and the young man with water on his head almost fell to the ground.

Yun Tianhong and the old monk were not surprised by the boy's reaction.

In their opinion, it would be really scary and heartless if the boy forgot the place where he was born.

The two of them each held a cup of spiritual tea, waiting for the boy to wake up from his dream.

Unconsciously, Li Xiuyuan felt for the first time that his former hometown was too far away from him.

In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest, and I always regarded this foreign country as my hometown... Thinking about it carefully, except for the former Fengyun City, where can I consider my hometown?

Maybe he can still use the Apricot Blossom Valley where his parents live. If one day he reaches the day the master said... where will his last hometown be?

People in the world have always believed that having parents and a place is a hometown.

But where is the Nezha that the old Taoist priest told him back then? Where is the last hometown of that young man who cut off his flesh to return to his mother and bone to his father?

Could it be the lotus pond outside the Golden Light Cave?

Li Xiuyuan believed that even his master, the old Taoist priest, could not solve his problem.

In his life, the first teacher he met was his husband, a monk who wanted to become a mortal in Fengyun City. In the end, he gave up becoming a mortal for himself and his wife Li Hongxiu...

When he was in Fengyun City, he had not been exposed to what it meant to become a mortal.

He never imagined how powerful Mr. Xing was, he always thought that Mr. Xing was his god.

It wasn't until he killed hundreds of thousands of enemies on Beihai Yashan that he physically ascended, experienced countless hardships, and met countless monks.

The world he once lived in was getting farther and farther away from him, so far away that he couldn't find his way home no matter how hard he tried.

It wasn't until he had a karmic relationship with Mount Sumeru that he realized that the gentleman he was like a celestial being was still the same gentleman he was before.

He is a human being, not a god. He has not yet reached the same level as heaven and humans. The road he has not finished needs to be walked on again.

He wants to find his own path for his husband, and let him, his wife, and even more relatives find a direction.

Thinking of this, he felt sad and confused.

Thousands of miles away, even if he stayed in the Xuanwu Continent for ten years, the place he would eventually go to was the Fengyun City that gave birth to him, raised him, and called him in his dreams.

He closed his eyes, sighed softly, and drank the cup of spiritual tea in one gulp.

I felt that the petals of the winter plum gradually melted in my mouth, and together with the spiritual tea, they slowly transformed into a stream of spiritual energy in my mouth. In a daze, I compared the cold fragrance of the winter plum to the floral fragrance of Fengyun City.

With his eyes open, he took out a jar of spiritual wine brewed from spiritual fruits under the ancient Tianshan Mountains.

Pat it open gently, and the faint aroma of wine instantly overwhelms the cold aroma of the spirit tea.

The irritability accumulated since the beginning of time, the melancholy accumulated from autumn to winter.

Wash it away with three cups of spiritual wine.

Looking at Yun Tianhong, he smiled faintly and said: "With wine, the heart is happy, and joy breeds virtue... Try this junior's spiritual wine that has traveled through endless time and space and comes from the prehistoric world."

Smelling the strong aroma of wine, Yun Ziyi let out a cheer, went to fetch five wine glasses, and lined them up on the table. Without waiting for the teacher's instructions, she picked them up and poured them into the glasses slowly.

As the aroma of spiritual wine spread in the air, Yun Ziyi couldn't help but shout: "Little thief, what kind of spiritual wine is this?"

Li Xiuyuan ignored her and raised his glass.

He said to the old monk and Yun Tianhong: "Try the spiritual wine that this junior brewed at the foot of Tianshan Mountain using spiritual fruits from the ancient world."

After saying that, without waiting for a reply from the two of them, he drank it in one gulp.

Of course, there is no shortage of meat when drinking wine. He has been hungry for half the autumn and the whole winter, and he can't wait for Yun Ziyi to cook a bowl of porridge.

Turning over his hand, a large bag of dried meat from monster beasts was placed on the table. After opening it, he picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking at Monk Buli and Yun Ziyi, he smiled and said, "This is a monster from the wild world. It's a great supplement."

Bu Li and Yun Ziyi saw that their master didn't say anything, so they didn't dare to take action.

Yun Tianhong was stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine in front of him and took a sip.

Feeling the aroma of the spirit fruit slowly spreading in your mouth, you couldn't help but sigh.

He said: "You are a man with a happy heart, but this wine has a different taste from the one I drank last year."

The old monk also picked up the cup, put it between his lips and sniffed it gently, then drank half of the cup in one gulp.

Then he looked at Monk Buli and said, "Buli, if you want to transform into a mortal, you must first learn how to make wine..."

When Yun Ziyi saw it, she quickly picked up a piece of dried meat, tore half of it and handed it to Yun Tianhong, then put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully.

Then he picked up the cup and took a sip of the spiritual wine, and asked with a smile: "Is this too much wine? Give me a jar."

Li Xiuyuan looked at her, shook his head, and said softly: "This wine was brewed for my sister in ancient times... If you want to drink it, you can make it yourself in the spring."

It was only then that Li Xiuyuan felt a little regretful.

At first, half of the wine was taken away by the big guy Zhu Yan. Fortunately, the guy got rid of it and followed the master to leave the wilderness.

Most of what he brewed later was left to Long Potian and Jiang Ling'er.

Along the way, he never thought of leaving more for himself.

Thinking about it now, he can no longer drink the wine brewed in Honghuang. He will stay and bring it back to Xinghua Valley for his mother, husband, sister, Mu Mu and others to taste.

Buli couldn't wait for a long time. Seeing that the master had already drank half of the cup, he also picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.

He laughed and said: "Good wine." He poured it into the cups of the old monk and Yun Tianhong... and then, like Yun Ziyi, picked up a piece of dried meat and started to chew it.

The two of them asked while chewing: "What kind of monster is this? Why is there a fire burning in its belly?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, and he had to leave some of the monster meat for his sister and others.

Watching the two people's faces gradually turn red, beads of sweat fell.

Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "This is an ancient beast. This is not my chance. It belongs to Phoenix City and Wuji Holy Land..."

If Yu Wenjie and others were not so bold, how could you have the good fortune you have now?

When the old monk heard this, he was stunned and speechless. He wondered what kind of realm the little kid on this adventure was, and how could he get the chance to find ancient beasts?

Li Xiuyuan looked at the old monk and frowned.

He quickly explained: "This is when they were looking for elixir in the mountains... If these two strange beasts were not seriously injured in the fight, how could there be such a shocking opportunity?"

Yun Tianhong nodded, looked at Yun Ziyi and said, "Use this meat to cook a pot of soup tonight, add some elixir, and give it to your senior sister and the others to try..."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned and thought to himself, didn't you make it clear that you were scolding me?

After thinking for a while, he obediently took two elixirs with one hand and placed them on the table, looking helpless.

He smiled bitterly and said: "I don't have any magic medicine. They were all taken away by the princess of Phoenix City..."

The meaning is very clear, Yun Ziyi wants the elixir and goes to Phoenix City to find Yuwen Liuli.

In his opinion, Yuwen Liuli is probably already a monk in the Fusion Realm, so how can he buy Yun Ziyi's account?

Is that an ancient luan bird? When Monk Buli saw it, he quickly said: "Brother, you are unreasonable. The monk is your brother, and Ziyi is your enemy."

Li Xiuyuan reached out and tore off two pieces of dried meat and handed them to the two of them, and said quietly: "After drinking three glasses of spiritual wine and eating two pieces of dried meat, if I were you, I would go back quickly..."

After saying this, he looked at the two dumbfounded guys, holding wine jars and filling their glasses, with indescribable helplessness in their eyes.

When Monk Buli heard this, he quickly drank the spirit wine in the cup and held a piece of dried meat in his hand.

He said to the old monk: "Master, I'm going back first..."

After saying that, he didn't care about Yun Ziyi in front of him, turned around and ran out of the hall.

While running, he shouted: "Li Xiuyuan is waiting for me..."

Yun Ziyi was also startled, silently feeling the flames about to burn in her chest and abdomen, and drank all the spiritual wine in the bad room in one gulp.

Blushing, he said to Yun Tianhong: "Master and disciple are dying, we have to go back..."

Before he finished speaking, he left the table like a breeze.

Yun Tianhong looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that the two of them will be ruined?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Those guys in Wuji Holy Land are not exhausted, let alone the two of them."

A warm smile appeared on the old monk's face and he asked softly: "This trip is dangerous, everyone who goes there will have their own opportunities, right?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied quietly: "This junior is just a group of people from Phoenix City and Wuji Holy Land... They all got the opportunities they wanted, and others don't know."
To be continued...