As expected, Yuan Zhao finally picked the small emerald green gourd and hung it by his side. He resized it to the size of a palm and filled it with wine brewed from red medicinal herbs.

Various clear drinks made by Qinluo were put into small wine jars, and Lin Shu classified them uniformly and placed them in the storage ring.

The gourd vines transplanted to Yusang Island grow so well that they can pick a lot of gourds every year. Changji, Qinluo and Hongyao all like to use them to make utensils, which can be used to hold elixirs and drink seeds, and can also be used when traveling.

Can be worn as jewelry.

Like Yuan Zhao, a emerald green gourd with gradient colors hangs from his waist, which looks particularly unique when paired with his white clothes.

The jade gourds, which are larger than a palm, look heavy when hanging on the waist, but are actually so light that you can't feel the weight. Because these two are not jade gourds, but Yuan Zhao used jade liquid to change the appearance and color of the gourds when refining them.

Beautiful picture.

Except for Lin Shu and A Yin, everyone else on the island who has the strength to refine magic weapons from plants can do it.

Therefore, the gourd vessels made by red medicine are of original color; Qinluo prints the main materials and colors of the wine on the outer skin of the gourd that contains it. It becomes an exclusive vessel for each type of drink, and there is no need to worry about mixing up the flavors even if it is used for a long time.

After countless reincarnations, Feng Mi finally lived the pastoral series of happy years he dreamed of.

Of course, this was also Yuan Zhao's lifelong wish. To be carefree, carefree, and know a few magic tricks. Look, he threw the gourd on his waist into the sea of ​​clouds, and the palm-sized gourd ornament immediately expanded into a boat.

Sit in a room.

The gourd room is large and small, round and chubby, with wide and stable seats, so the two of them can sit very comfortably.

"Dongdong, where are we going?" Lin Shu sat in front, putting his hand on his forehead and looking around. However, he saw the sea of ​​clouds billowing under the gourd, and the time in the lower world was flowing as fast as a flood, so there was really nothing to see.

"Go to the door of other senior brothers and sisters," Yuan Zhao leaned against the pillow behind him and read the book. A mast was erected at the bottom of the gourd, and a chrysanthemum lamp was hung from it to illuminate her. "Now we will go to Cangwu Mountain to see you.

Senior brother."

When I opened the Luotian Passage, I had to rely on the help of the gods and Buddhas to succeed, so I naturally had to express my gratitude.

She didn't go to Xitian because she couldn't find the way and was too lazy to go to the Heavenly Palace for consultation. Secondly, Chu Yan was practicing there and she didn't want to disturb him. She was afraid that he would notice that the relationship with the third senior brother was complicated, so he still disappeared.

That's wonderful.

She also didn't go to the other gods who were not related to her. To put it bluntly, she was just looking for opportunities to visit her senior brothers and sisters' homes and travel around the Three Realms.

"Hey, it's rare for you to come out to play, can you please stop watching?" Seeing that she was still busy with her travels, Lin Shu felt a lot of pressure, "Why do you want me to be lazy like this?"

Although it is convenient to travel with a top student, sometimes it is really difficult to explain.

"Didn't you urge me to open the Xumi Mustard Seeds as soon as possible?" Yuan Zhao said in an understatement, focusing on two things, "You can memorize both while playing, so you don't need to pay attention to me."

Who said you can’t endorse something if you come out to play?

We originally planned to go out in the evening, but when we arrived at the third level, we discovered that it was late at night in the lower realm, so we had to light a chrysanthemum bead lamp to brighten the atmosphere. Although the wind was howling outside and the air pressure was unstable, the two of them were not affected at all in the barrier.

The separation between the inside and outside was like two heavens, which made Lin Shu particularly eager to talk. He hesitated, and finally couldn't help but said:

"The True Lord is not here. Even if he comes back, he won't know about the existence of the mustard seed, let alone punish you. Why should you be anxious for a moment?"

"That's what I said," Yuan Zhao snorted, "The mustard seeds are mine, and the one who benefits from opening them is myself. What does it have to do with him?"

Even if the senior brother comes back and gets his previous memories, this mustard seed is still hers. Does he have the nerve to go back? It's a long journey, and idleness is idle. At this moment, the road to heaven is mostly surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds, and there is no scenery to enjoy.

If she doesn't read a book, how can she, who just slept for more than half a month a while ago, continue to sleep?

"Dongdong," seeing her calm attitude, Lin Shu was relieved, but he could no longer suppress the burning fire of gossip in his heart. He took a few steps to the fellow villager and sat down cross-legged, "Then

I have something to say..."

"Say it." Yuan Zhao didn't even raise his head, not paying much attention.

"Are you really not interested in him?" Before speaking, Lin Shu carefully confirmed, "Truthfully!"

"No." Yuan Zhao was speechless by her, "There won't be any in the future."

"Oh, let's not talk about the future, so as not to get slapped in the face in the future." Lin Shu said crisply, "Let me tell you, do you think how this gourd vine was preserved back then?"

"Want to hear the details."

Hee hee, Lin Shu looked forward with a smile on her face and a mischievous look on her face. She knew she would be interested. Hey, women always love to say what they mean.

"Immortal Hua Sheng said that before you ascended, the place where you lived in your previous life was still there. Until he suddenly left seclusion the night before you ascended..."

He gave the three chiefs a list overnight and asked them to personally demolish many places in the palace. The noise must be small, and the immortal attendants, immortal servants, etc. in the palace must not be disturbed, and these operations must not be spread to outsiders.

The three bosses didn't know what was going on, and it was inconvenient to ask more questions, so they hurriedly cleared them one by one according to the positions on the list.

In the end, only the gourd vines on the side of the Yunhai Pavilion were left. It was Hua Sheng who arrived in front of the pavilion first and was ready to take action. But she saw the true king sitting under the pavilion, facing the billowing sea of ​​clouds, burning incense and playing the harp. Seeing that his expression was focused, she didn't know whether to do it or not.

Should bother you.

She waited and waited there, and the other two people arrived, but Zhenjun had not stopped playing the piano.

The two stewards were more senior than her. When they saw this, they quietly found an excuse to sneak away and asked her to stay and wait for instructions. After all, they were just a few gourd vines. There was no need for the three stewards to wait. They had to go out and give instructions to the palace.

People were silent.

In this way, she waited for more than an hour, and Zhenjun finally made a decision:

"It doesn't matter anyway, so just keep it."

Then, he asked Hua Sheng to pick a tender gourd and cook a bowl of clear soup. This request surprised her. The real king did not eat fireworks, and had never even seen him eating wind and drinking dew. He suddenly wanted to eat gourd soup, which shocked her.

It was as if she had seen a ghost.

Not only did he ask to eat it, but he also gave her a recipe and asked her to follow the steps above strictly.

Zhenjun's strange and strict request almost frightened Hua Sheng, a rookie at that time. He gingerly took the recipe, left hand in hand and hurried to the east kitchen to wash his hands and make soup.

Making meals for Zhenjun, Hua Sheng panicked for the first time, but could not delay.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the vegetables according to the recipe, and finish a bowl of vegetarian soup within the time specified in the recipe, without even missing a beat. Then I tremblingly brought it to Zhenjun, who was still waiting under the pavilion, and watched him taste it.

One bite.

Just one sip, then left it there, stood up expressionlessly and left a comment:

"Nothing."

Hua Sheng: "..."

Does this refer to her craftsmanship or the recipe? She didn't know and didn't dare to ask. She was sweating slightly on her already fresh body.

"This thing is not suitable for making soup. Let it fend for itself." Zhenjun also said this.

With these words, the palace people no longer dared to pick it for cooking and making soup, and no one dared to water it, because Zhenjun said to let it fend for itself. It can survive to this day, thanks to following Zhenjun for the most time.

The long-time manager took good care of it.

Hua Sheng once asked him how he dared to disobey the true king's order?

"It always fends for itself. I just give it some water." The old manager said Wen Ran, "Zhenjun has never liked the taste..."

There was nothing more to say in the middle of the sentence, which made Hua Sheng very heartbroken, and there has been no follow-up so far.

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