The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Yu Mian looked at him eating whatever he wanted and laughed at him, "I'm telling you to eat it, but it's a cold crystal fruit. You can only eat it in winter when it's covered with snow and the branches and leaves wither, and it turns from red to purple!"

"Let's go!"

After some discussion, the two flew towards Qingzhu Mountain.

With Senior Sister Lingfu here, I can cover for myself even if I get drunk, hehe!

Entering Qingzhu Mountain, there are bamboos everywhere, a gentle breeze, and the chirping of birds and the singing of phoenixes can be heard in the distance.

After Master Fu Qing woke up, his body remained relatively stable, so he was not afraid of the invasion of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy restrictions on the mountain were removed.

The two of them went downstairs and came to the gate of the Green Bamboo Courtyard, where they saw a beautiful woman wearing green feathers, with a slim figure and phoenix feathers at the end of her eyebrows, walking out of the yard.

When the beauty saw Yu Mian, her eyes lit up, "Golden baby! Why are you here?"

She opened the door and rushed forward, smiling brightly.

Yu Mian then remembered the Grandmother Master in the small secret realm that day. She bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings to Grandmother Master."

Although Miao Jun didn't know this cultivator, he also bowed and greeted him, "Greetings, Grandmaster!"

“Go away, don’t go through with this vulgar ceremony.” Feng Ling waved her hand, her fingertips passed over Miao Jun’s waist badge, and then said, “Xiao Lu’s disciple.”

"What are you doing here?"

Yu Mian answered truthfully and came to try drinking with his classmates and friends.

Feng Ling got interested when she heard that. She did the same thing, but on different hills, the two of them were pulled up into the air. She complained as she flew, "You don't call me Master when you're drinking, right? It's a pity that I was so worried about you in the secret realm..."

"Alas, after I returned to the sect, I realized that the world has changed dramatically. Not only Qingzhu Mountain, but many other places have changed. Almost all my friends are dead."

"For now, I can only stay at Junior-Martial-Nephew Fu Qing's place and take a look at her body. I don't know where this little girl got the Yan poison from, but it's so deep!"

"Thanks to me, I can guarantee that she will live another ten years!"

"It's a pity that my cultivation level is only Nascent Soul now. To continue my soul cultivation, I need to go through the Five Thunder Tribulations. Otherwise, I can look for the place where fire fell and see if I can find a way." Feng Ling talked a lot and his mouth was like a bird socializing on a branch, chirping and chattering.

Yu Mian felt dizzy after listening to it, but he quickly grasped the useful knowledge, "the place where fire falls".

"Master, where is the place of falling fire?" Yu Mian looked up and asked.

In the book, Lu Wuqie died in the place of falling fire, but the background of this place is not mentioned in the book.

Feng Ling recalled and said, "That is where the Huodou clan perished and was also where they were reborn. It was your Third Uncle that the Senior Sister brought back from the Land of Fallen Fire."

"I think there should be a way to cure the Yan poison."

Yu Mian understood. Now the clues given in the book can be connected together. In the original book, Lu Wuqie went to the place of fire and then died, and ultimately failed to save Master Fu Qing?

But how did he die?

Yu Mian asked again, and Feng Ling had no one to talk to, so he told her everything he knew.

In that place where fire fell, the underground fire was raging, the sky and the earth were blood red, and it was extremely dangerous. No one knew its exact location, but its gate was covered with a hot aura.

Actually, it’s not that difficult to find.

After Yu Mian found out everything, they arrived at the top of Qingzhu Mountain.

There is a huge paulownia tree on the top, whose crown covers an area of ​​one mile in radius. It is vigorous and green, and almost blends in with the color of the bamboo forest.

But if you look closely, you can see clues.

This was the first time for Yu Mian to come here, because Master Fu Qing’s courtyard was on the mountainside, much closer than the top of the mountain.

"Come on, bring out the wine!" Feng Ling rubbed her hands, looking very impolite. She waved her hand, and a stone table appeared under the parasol tree.

Yu Mian had no choice but to take out the small pot of wine he had just taken and put it on the table.

"Are you sure you can drink?" It was the first time she saw a soul cultivator drinking.

Feng Ling hooked her finger, weighed it, and said with some disdain: "Just this little wine?"

Miao Jun was very calm and took out a large jar from his bag. This was the jar he used to store candied fruit. It was now full of wine. "Master, I still have some!"

Seeing that there was finally some amount, Feng Ling snorted, "That's good enough!"

The three of them sat down. Feng Ling showed his hand and waved his sleeves. The leaves of the paulownia tree rustled and a few of them fell down and rolled into cups.

Miao Jun then took out the pork elbow, salted fried nuts, honey-glazed beggar's chicken, lotus cake...

Stack the table full.

"I brought some snacks with me, you guys try them!" After Miao Jun finished serving the dishes, he picked up a pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Feng Ling hadn't eaten so much food in a long time. His eyes lit up and he patted Miao Jun's head. "Okay, you can go out and call me Venerable Qing Feng in the future!"

Then she picked up the cake and took a bite. The cake slid down her mouth, into her stomach, and finally fell onto the grass.

Feng Ling looked at the cakes under her with an embarrassed look on her face, forgetting that she was now a spirit...

She just needs to consume the essence in the food, but... who cares!

Out of sight is pure.

Feng Ling controlled the land to swallow the debris.

Then he poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and praised, "Good wine."

Seeing this, they also poured themselves a glass. Yu Mian gently put the cup to his nose and sniffed it. It was the smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of melons and fruits, which didn't seem very strong.

She had never drunk much alcohol in her previous life, and she had never touched a drop in this life. This was the first time.

He gently licked it with the tip of his tongue and smacked it.

Mmm! Not spicy, like a wine-flavored juice!

The flavors are layered, spreading from the tip of the tongue all the way to the throat.

I didn't feel uncomfortable at all when drinking it, so I guess the alcohol content is average.

She finished her drink with her head tilted back, gently put down the cup, a smile on her lips.

Reach out to take the bottle and pour again, drink again, pour again, drink again...

Soon, Feng Ling saw a pink peach face hanging on the face of her little disciple. She was frightened and tried to stop him, "Xiao Mian'er, stop, you're getting drunk!"

Miao Jun spoke up and asked curiously, "Master, isn't she trying to relieve her sorrow?"

Feng Ling glanced at her, slowly sat down and said, "Wine can only numb the pain temporarily. If you don't solve the problem, the sorrow will always be there."

"But let her drink. I'm here." She turned the wine glass she had originally held twice, looking at the sycamore branch where she used to rest every day, with a nostalgic look in her eyes.

Miao Jun had never had any worries, so he didn't understand. He just drank two sips of wine and started gnawing on the pork elbow.

While chewing, his eyes rolled up and his head hit the table. His body went limp and a white tiger cub with a big belly fell beside the table.

There was a golden collar around its neck.

Yu Mian continued to drink, it tasted sweet and good, and it also made his body warm.

She was not drunk, she just stood up shakily and set up a Thousand Silk Formation under the phoenix tree, which she had done at least a hundred times. The layout of the formation was obviously an improved version, which was flexible and varied.

She looked at the formation in front of her, stretched out her fingertips, hooked it, and condensed a blood bead. In her mind was that day, the purple clothes, the setting sun, the jade-like body, the distant dark eyes, the cold and charming face...

"Hiss..." The pain in the fingers eased for a few seconds before reaching the brain.

She blew gently on the wound. The breeze brought her comfort, and then she felt sleepy. She closed her eyes and fell backwards.

Falling into an embrace with the familiar fragrance of cold medicine.