Chapter three hundred and fourteen: sweet-scented osmanthus
Moreover, Cheng Muyan is very knowledgeable about formations and Fu Li. Not to mention the formations and Fu Li's ancestor, she can basically master all formations above nine levels in the world, not to mention creating her own.
He improved a lot of formations and talismans, but the strange thing was here. Cheng Muyan could see that although the restrictions were strong, there were rules to follow.
The restriction is an advanced formation forcibly created by mental power. Cheng Muyan doesn't know whether she used a talisman for the time being, because she cannot use her mental power. Seeing the trajectory of this formation, the spiritual power will come back as soon as she touches it.
That’s why it’s called difficult!
It’s no wonder that the Dantian and the spiritual sea area have been banned. This is a completely unacceptable rhythm!
Cang Xue burped, slowly turned around and put it around Cheng Muyan's waist. After a while, Pingdi, who had been sucked out, began to slowly leak out traces of demonic energy.
One man and one sword have reached their full capacity, and they are now heading down the mountain.
When Cheng Muyan came back, she saw Lan Wenqian sitting in front of the window sill, stretching her neck and looking into the courtyard. A smile appeared on her face.
In fact, Lan Wenqian saw Cheng Muyan as soon as she showed her head, but her health was a little bad these days, and now her face was even more black and purple, as if someone had secretly put a sack on her and beaten her. She looked a bit ugly, but her face
The way he puts on a smile and his eyes sparkling is attractive enough.
"Why are you sitting at the window blowing the wind? You are not in good health now. Don't blow too much cold wind. Just open the window to get some air. You go sit on the screen and I will add some charcoal to the brazier." Cheng Muyan touched Lan Wenqian.
His hand flinched reflexively, but the next moment he grasped it again and led the person into the large screen.
"My hands are as cold as ice cubes. Will you still take care of yourself?"
Listening to the little girl's constant chatter, Lan Wenqian felt that her heart, which had been cold and numb, suddenly warmed up. Even the hand held by the little girl gradually warmed up, and her heart felt warm again.
"No way, haven't I been feeling like this these past few days? Don't worry, your brows are furrowed like a little old man's." Lan Wenqian touched the little girl's soft face, which was extremely rare.
, but he only touched it and moved it away again, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were a little dim. He rubbed his cold and unconscious fingers on his waist, and shivered in his heart.
"Who bothers to bother you? Please be more conscious when taking medicinal talismans. You also say that others are like little old men, but you are like a child." Cheng Muyan really despises this guy. Every time
When taking the medicinal talisman, he would act like a demon until he was so angry that he would eat and drink it all obediently. Then he would act like a coquettish person and hate eating sweets and snacks. Cheng Muyan simply doubted whether this guy was possessed by the demonic energy.
Why has my IQ dropped after I was so addicted to poison?
She settled Lan Wenqian on her own rocking chair, turned around the screen and took the fire tongs to shake off the white ash from the charcoal fire in the brazier, and then picked up two larger pieces of charcoal from the bamboo basket and added them.
, and the other three braziers placed in the corner followed the same pattern.
In fact, these days, not only Lan Wenqian, but almost half of the people in Mazizhen have become extremely afraid of the cold. Their bodies are as cold as ice, and it is useless no matter how much they wear.
Cheng Muyan really knew that this was the end of the road. These people had survived until the end, and they would die when the last trace of anger in their bodies was extinguished.
With no other option, Cheng Muyan could only hope that these people could hold on until the early morning of two days later. Maybe by then, everyone would be saved, right?
When Cheng Muyan came back from her work, she saw two exquisite wine bottles placed next to Lan Wenqian. The wine in the glasses was clear and mellow. It looked good and smelled good.
"Drink something, try it?" Lan Wenqian looked at the little girl's face, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed one of the porcelain cups towards Cheng Muyan.
She knew this wine. When she was in Yunzhou City, Lan Wenqian often brought her this kind of wine, but she usually drank it with Qing Huan. Now it was the first time she sat with Lan Wenqian.
Drinking from cup to cup.
Cheng Muyan didn't say anything, "You're not in good health, why did you drink?", anyway, everything will be over in two days, and with Lan Wenqian's previous body, no matter how much he drinks, it will be fine if he drinks a few more bottles.
, if you can’t survive, then you will naturally get drunk today if you have wine, and you are going to die anyway, why don’t you just enjoy it?
Lan Wenqian picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The mellow aroma in her mouth seemed to be lingering on her tongue. It was exactly the sweet-scented osmanthus wine. She picked it from the sweet-scented osmanthus forest before. After making the wine, she used the formation and Fu Li to make the wine. Now take it.
It came out just fine.
Lan Wenqian peeled off the melons and fruits on the table next to her and put them into her mouth. She chewed them a few times. Looking at the little girl's rosy face and intoxicated appearance, she just felt funny in her heart. She was still a child, so just tasting it was enough, but
Don't go there drunk.
She pushed the pastries and fruits in front of Cheng Muyan and raised her eyebrows: "Eat some first, don't get drunk, otherwise Uncle Lin will probably break my legs."
The following words were meant to be teasing and teasing. Cheng Muyan wanted to roll his eyes. No matter what, an elder would never argue with a junior like you, right? Not to mention breaking his leg. I think you are just wishful thinking!
Besides, I don’t know how many times I’ve drank this wine. How can I get drunk? I’m afraid you’re losing your mind!
Moreover, after Lan Wenqian dug out the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the courtyard, she gave a lot of it to Mr. Lin. She has short hands and soft mouth, so she would never beat someone's legs just for this matter.
Damn it, after all, it is my daughter who wants to drink it. No matter how you look at it, it is untenable and unreasonable.
Cheng Muyan was not polite at all. She picked up Lan Wenqian's peeled orange and started eating it. However, the orange had too much juice, and her hands were dripping with water after eating it.
But at this time, Cheng Muyan didn't care about it and didn't bother to wash it. Anyway, she would have to eat fruits and snacks later, so it would still get on her hands.
Cheng Muyan just stretched out her hand full of juice and pulp to bring the wine and continued to drink. With the other hand, she carefully twisted a piece of brown sugar pastry to eat. The sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine was fragrant and mellow, and the pastry was sweet and smooth. The two went well together.
Cheng Muyan was provoked to destroy half of the plate of pastries, and Lan Wenqian fed her a few bodhisattvas and two fresh peaches.
I burped right at the end of the meal, marking the end of a wine tasting party.
Lan Wenqian also had a bulging belly. She ate more than usual, mainly because the little girl was so fun.