Zhan Tai Mingyue's cave in Penglai is called Mingyue Pavilion.
It is a secluded small building, not gorgeous, but it has a rouge-colored red plum forest.
Although there is no snow covering the head, there are clouds and mist covering the mountains.
The misty red plum blossoms are just like the brilliant red plum blossoms in the snow, intertwined into a beautiful scenery, and are somewhat incompatible with Zhan Taimingyue's cold character, but they are inexplicably consistent.
Lingchu sat quietly on the stone chair outside the small building. Looking from a distance, everything he saw was rouge color, and there was a faint cold fragrance on the tip of his nose.
Red plum blossoms bloom in the snow, and tea is brewed under the pavilion.
That was a memory from many years ago.
Lingchu, who possesses a special Taoist body, brushed his fingertips against a budding red plum. He touched it softly and felt a faint feeling of joy and longing pouring into his heart.
These are the emotions left in the Merlin by the owner of the attic here.
Joy is Hongmei's closeness to Lingchu Taoist body, and missing is the emotion that Zhan Taimingyue leaves here.
Senior Sister Mingyue, are you missing the past?
Without the need for others to look after him, Lingchu happily took out a pot of sake and two plates of melon and fruit snacks, and drank and ate snacks leisurely among the red plum trees.
Senior sister Mingyue went to find her master in Penglai, but she needed to stay here and wait for the result.
Lingchu was not worried. Senior Sister Mingyue was not a reckless person. Since she dared to take her to Penglai and find her master, she was naturally confident. Therefore, the only thing Lingchu could do was to stay here safely. , waiting for senior sister to return.
Not causing trouble is the best way to help.
It's a pity that if people don't go to the mountains, the mountains will also come to the people.
It can be seen that Senior Sister Mingyue still has very good friends in Penglai.
The small wine cup in her hand has not yet left her lips. Her lips, moistened by the crystal wine, are pink and translucent. She calmly swallows the clear sake in her throat, puts down the wine cup in her hand, and Lingchu looks outside the plum forest.
There, a light blue figure was coming slowly. Wherever it passed, the clouds and mist all receded, and the figure curled up like a concubine or a fairy.
His face gradually became clearer, and he was a person whom Lingchu had met several times before.
"Saint Wuge, please." Lingchu bent his eyes and smiled, with a smile on his face. He seemed as comfortable as if he were in his own back garden. Wherever his fingertips were, there was spiritual power surging, and a small wine cup of the same color appeared on the surface. On the opposite side.
Senior Sister Mingyue once told Lingchu that Saint Wu Ge didn't like drinking tea. She couldn't calm down and appreciate the mystery of the tea ceremony.
It's better to have a glass of sake and a pot of flower dew.
Seeing the woman's smiling face, Saint Wuge raised her eyebrows lightly, her expression was full of arrogance, and she sat down in a familiar manner, as if she didn't need Lingchu's invitation.
Without saying anything else, Saint Wu Ge picked up the wine jug on the table, opened the lid of the wine jug, sniffed it slightly with the tip of her snow-white nose, nodded with satisfaction, and then poured half a cup of sake. In a small wine cup.
After drinking the sake in one sip, the Saint of Wuge, who looked very elegant, drank it with incomparable boldness.
"It tastes good. It's a little different from ordinary sake. There seems to be an extra flavor added to it. It's refreshing and cleaner. It's interesting. Did you make it yourself?" The Wuge Saint seemed to be the same. A master of wine tasting, he tasted the difference after just one sip.
Lingchu did add rare spiritual materials to the ordinary sake brewing method, which gave it a slightly different taste. However, it was modified according to Lingchu's own taste. It seems that it fits well. The taste of the Wuge Saint.
"The saint is very insightful." Lingchu has never been stingy with his praises, and has done so since he was a child.
It turns out that praise is much better than abuse.
Visible to the naked eye, the expression on Saint Wu Ge's face softened slightly, and there was a touch of joy in the corners of her eyes. "I came here because I have something to ask you."
Straight to the point, Saint Wuge was quite cheerful.
Lingchu recalled the monks from the Boundless Sea whom he had met before. It seemed that most of the monks from the Boundless Sea were quite straightforward.
It’s straightforward and worry-free.
"The saint just says it's okay."
"What is her name, where is she from, what is your relationship with her, and what is her past like?" Saint Wuge was silent for a moment, her voice was clear and fast, and the wine cup she was holding in her hand was The fingertips rotated unconsciously, seeming to reveal the mood of the person holding the lamp.
"I am not a monk from the Boundless Sea. I come from a distant continent called the Eastern Continent. She is my senior sister." Lingchu didn't hide anything, but he didn't reveal too much either. He answered the question of Saint Wu Ge a bit. I digressed from the topic, and finally added, "As for her affairs, I think she should tell you herself."
Lingchu's clear eyes looked at the woman across from her, looking intently into her eyes. From there, she saw worry and sadness.
When Saint Wuge heard Lingchu mention the word "senior sister", the wine cup she was turning in her hand suddenly paused, and then she stopped turning it. Instead, following Lingchu's words, she gently placed it on the table. .
"She will talk to Master about some things, but she won't tell me." Saint Wuge's eyes showed a trace of confusion, and she murmured as if she was talking to herself, "She has always been like this, no When I remember it, it's as cold as ice, but after the golden elixir, it's as empty as a statue, as if it's just a passerby here."
Saint Wuge remembered the first time she saw Qingyue. She was a delicate girl who looked like a fairy from the Moon Palace. She was cold and silent, as if nothing could enter her eyes or touch her heart. , obviously lost his memory, but he was covered in spikes.
Later, as time went by, she seemed to become more and more accustomed to the life in Penglai. Later, she even became the saint of Penglai, but Wu Ge knew that from beginning to end, that woman had never really opened her heart. Over the heart.
Especially after forming the elixir and becoming a saint, Wuge Saint sometimes feels that the other person is gradually becoming more ethereal. It feels like the person in front of her is a wisp of smoke that she cannot hold. Same.
Until that day, on the Bo family's soul boat, Saint Wuge saw the expression on Qingyue's face. It was rich and lively that she had never seen before. She even saw the other person's smile.
At that moment, Saint Wu Ge actually had a guess in her mind.
"It's hard for you to talk about her matters, but what about your matters?" The sadness and confusion in Wuge Saint's eyebrows came and went quickly, and she changed the topic in the blink of an eye, "I think you are quite pleasing to me. I know you." one time?"
Lingchu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yu Lingchu, a native of the Eastern Land, a golden elixir monk, knows how to make wine, likes food, beautiful scenery, beautiful people, and spiritual stones."
When Saint Wu Ge heard this, she suddenly leaned over and laughed, her laughter clear and clear, "It's interesting, I like it. My name is Wu Ge, a monk from Penglai Golden Pill in Boundless Sea. I don't know how to make wine, but I know how to drink. I like beauties and treasures."
Under the red plum tree, laughter is loud.
