Monk Buli looked at him and said with emotion: "I can't help you with this matter. Monk doesn't dare to pick flowers on Meishan."

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and shook his head, wondering why the female saint would let you pick the plum blossoms used in the Hanmei Ling Tea?

Thinking that I had used apricot flowers to make wine on Luoxia Mountain, the Hanmei used to make Lingcha must be no different from the apricot flowers.

With a slight smile, Li Xiuyuan looked at Yun Tianhong and said with a smile: "I don't need Ziyi to help me with this matter, I can do it myself."

Seeing the dumbfounded looks on the four people's faces, Li Xiuyuan could only sigh and said: "This junior once planted a mountain of apricot flowers, and used them to make wine several times..."

This time, it was finally Yun Tianhong and Yun Ziyi's turn to be surprised. They had never expected that the inconspicuous young man in front of them had actually brewed wine from apricot flowers.

And there are still a mountain of apricot flowers planted...

Yun Tianhong thought that the apricot blossoms all over the mountains and plains were like the winter plums on Meishan Mountain.

Unconsciously, I asked quietly: "How would it feel to plant a mountain of apricot flowers in spring when the flowers bloom?"

Through the cold wind outside the window, Li Xiuyuan looked at the winter plum blossoms in the garden, and his heart skipped a beat, as if he had returned to the Luoxia Mountain where the apricot blossoms filled the sky.

He murmured softly: "Looking at the mountains full of flowers, brewing the spiritual wine of nostalgia."
Chapter completed!