The moonlight swayed gently and fell between the sky and the earth.

Shan Wulan reached out and touched a peach petal. She shook her fingers gently and touched a few wisps of coolness, and then the coolness slowly withdrew.

"That's right..."

"You said you were watching this peach forest for others, but do you know when this peach forest became undefeated in all seasons?"

The old woman was leaning on a cane, with a look of reminiscence in her eyes, and then she said with a smile:

"This peach forest has always been like this when I was very young. As for when it bloomed, I don't know exactly, but maybe someone will know..."

"Maybe I'm waiting for something."

Shan Wulan lowered his head and thought for a while, then said quietly:

"Then can it wait?"

"Because you can't wait, are you waiting here all the time?"

The old woman stood up, smiled kindly, and replied:

"Who knows?"

Shan Wulan's eyelashes fluttered several times, and she looked thoughtfully at the peach forest in front of her.

One piece is red, one piece is dark!

Her heart was filled with joy, but she didn’t know what to explain. She seemed to have thought of everything about him, and gently closed her eyes:

"It would be great if he could shake a peach blossom tree for me..."

At this time, two people's voices came from a distance, one loud and one small, but the conversation sounded quite funny.

"Old flower, what time is it now?"

The little beggar picked up the gravel at his feet and threw it towards Laohua, thinking silently in his heart, hit, hit!

"It's about time."

Laohua casually caught the stone, blew his beard and glared at him.

"We climbed the mountain all night and ended up in such a desolate place?"

"You're talking about Lao Hua, that gentleman looked so kind and even invited you to dinner, so you left in such a hurry?"

"You also threw a broken wine gourd at someone else. Who cares about your wine gourd?"

"I said you can't be ambitious. Even if I learn some qi training techniques from you, it won't necessarily be very powerful. When will you break the void and take me to Nandu to see the big girl?"

Laohua gave him a shock, glanced at him, and said impatiently:

"You know what the heck, if I give that gourd to that big gentleman, he will probably be happy and sing every night."

"And the road is difficult. The difficulty lies in persistence. There are thousands of crucian carp crossing the river. Why can you jump over the dragon gate?"

"······"

The little beggar glanced at him impatiently, pinched his nose and covered his mouth and nose:

"Yes! You just know nothing!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a "poof" across the silent surroundings, across the flock of chirping birds, across the chirping of summer cicadas, and startled the silhouette of the purple-robed figure in the distance...

Laohua narrowed her eyes, looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her, and said:

"What a strange thing. Does the sword cultivator in Xuezhou have nothing to do?"

"Where are you running around? How many have you met here?"

The little beggar stared blankly at the white-haired sister not far away, his heart pounding, and he subconsciously said:

"This sister is as beautiful as the sister in the inn..."

However, Laohua seemed not to have seen Shan Wulan, and walked towards the peach tree. With infinite tenderness in her eyes, she raised her hand and stroked it gently, and said to herself:

"It's been ten years again, hey, this time I brought back a little beggar."

"His talent is incredible. He will definitely be successful in cultivation in the future. I am training him as his successor..."

He took out a frayed sachet from the storage ring whose original appearance was unclear. After much hesitation, it was not hung on the peach branch. Instead, he took out a wine gourd again and pulled out the stopper.

Wisps of aroma instantly dispersed in the air. The little beggar staggered and fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep. The old woman also closed her eyes quietly with a smile on her lips.

Shan Wulan's eyes were filled with shock as he watched the liquid in the gourd flowing under the peach tree. The roots of the entangled peach tree exuded a crystal luster. Finally he couldn't help it anymore and lightly

Qing asked:

"Nixuanye?"

The old beggar nodded and just looked at the peach tree with his arms folded.

"So the fragrance of peach blossoms that lasts for ten miles and lasts all year round is all because of you?"

The old beggar nodded.

"Why?"

Shan Wulan was speechless for a moment.

A holy object like Ni Xuan Liquid can prolong life. It is definitely a rare treasure in the world, so he poured it on this land casually? No wonder the peach blossom fragrance can spread so far.

"Because she is my lover."

The old beggar's expression was very calm, his eyes passed through the peach forest, and his eyes were reflected in the moonlight.

"So every ten years you go to Qixuantian to steal some Nixuan liquid, just to keep the peach tree that has already reached its age in full bloom?"

Shan Wulan didn't find it incredible, but for a moment she admired this senior.

"I want to hear your story."

Shan Wulan sat down and looked at the old beggar.

The old beggar smiled freely and said:

"You sword cultivators from Xuezhou still live a smart life. You can go wherever you want. I saw one this afternoon."

"There are two women with him. He is really a romantic person."

Shan Wulan: "??"

Taking a deep breath, Shan Wulan felt that she already knew who that person was, but what she didn't expect was that there was more than one woman beside him.

But looking at the old beggar in front of me, I still suppressed the anger in my heart, but the emotions in my heart came out.

The voice was murmuring, and he sighed quietly, but his fingers that were grabbing the hem of his skirt were dug in deeply:

"I think I know who the man the senior is talking about is."

"That man is my husband."

"I'm looking for him."

Now it was the old beggar's turn to sigh.

He looked at the person in front of him with a hint of playfulness in his mouth:

"This is really wonderful. One of his women likes peach blossoms, but the other woman is allergic to peach blossoms..."

Silent and silent, the wind is still.

Allergic to peach blossoms?

Shan Wulan's eyes froze for a moment, then looked back at the peach tree, thoughtfully.

······

At dawn, the sun rises in the east.

The bluebird, illuminated by the morning light, flew around in the forest. When it passed the weeping willow, it suddenly turned back and pecked, and its beak struck the summer cicada that sang the most cheerfully.

It got stuck in the throat and couldn't be swallowed, so he flicked it hard with his sharp mouth.

"Crack!"

Cicadas enter the painting.

The morning light rises with the smoke and mist from the poetic inn. People have opened their eyes one after another, looking at everything in front of them with curiosity and confusion, and there are all kinds of things in between.

Doubts:

"Why am I sleeping here? Weird?"

"Yes, I seemed to have slept soundly and deeply last night? Like a dead pig..."

In the room upstairs, Su Bei was gradually awakened by the chirping of birds and a burst of noisy sounds, and then he opened his eyes after working hard all night.

The bluebird outside the window looked at the few people in the house very curiously, looking at the messy floor and jumping back and forth on the window sill.

Bellyband, long skirt, stockings, torn stockings, belt, obscene pants...

All of this demonstrates how Xiao Su Bei fought against Nan Ji last night.

Su Bei seemed to have thought of something, a smile appeared on his lips, and then he tilted his head and looked at Nan Ji, who was still sleeping soundly beside him.
To be continued...