Mo Xie's eyes and bones were rolling, and the thing that the dead fish was in a hurry must be the flower marrow.

Mo Xie looked at the inky blue sky, the twinkling stars, like small broken jade flowers in the blue mist. The night is cool, and the evening breeze is gently sprinkled. The dew quietly condenses with a faint fragrance. The beads of cold dew gradually grew larger and rounder. A drop rolled down, and it poured into Mo Ye's emotions that were difficult to calm down. "How's the girl?"

Mo Xie didn't dare to wait any longer, and flew into the quiet night, the night wind blew, the fragrance of flowers overflowed, and there were bursts of nose. It seems to hear a faint sound of wind music, like flowers on the green vines in the mountains playing the heart song of the night.

Mo Ye stopped in the light of the wind and clouds, and the blinking stars under the bright moonlight sky jumped on the flowing crystals of the white chain, and the sound of Xu resounded between the mountains and forests. It's like a lightly plucked string. The stream became thinner and thinner, and gradually it disappeared in the dark grass like a thin snake

The sound of the creek bullet stone sets off the quiet atmosphere. Floating in the deep darkness, and the mist of the moonlight, there was a strange halo of light in the haze. The bleak wind behind Mo Xie whistled across the bare treetops, and the dry branches shivered in the cold wind. On the opposite bank of the white stream in front of him, the smell of earth wafted away, the grass seemed to be snoring, and the flowers were fragrant, quietly hiding the mystery.

"The willow eyes are green, and the plum heart is moving. The flowers and willows are full of affection. Jasper makeup is thick, a tree high. Ten thousand strands, like scissors". When Mo Xie hesitated, the sound of a burst of fog, with a low whimper, shook the wind song of the night, sharp, high-spirited, and soft. Breaking through the cool air of the night mist, the rising curls and the light wind and the stillness of the water floated from the distant black mountains and forests.

"Holy friend, even if you dare to come to Qiliu Peak late at night, why stop outside the peak, please go into the peak to listen to the holy sister play a song." Qiliufeng is surrounded by black mist, and it is in a faint budding room. It seems that a string of dew slides down from the leaf surface in the dark curtain, and a series of beautiful music is struck out.

Mo Ye stared at the dark Qiliu Peak, his divine sense tightly covering the low peak. Qiliu Peak is not high, and the mountain is surrounded by a clear mountain stream, and countless green willows hide in the black twilight. Slender weeping willows, covering the peculiar shape, the wall stands on the tortoise.

A cloud of black-green smoke, fresh, tranquil, mysterious, a slender saintess seemed to be intoxicated with a hazy sleep, with slender willow hanging in front of her. The thin fluff on the willow leaves shone with a glittering soft light, and the slender soft fingers gently played between the willows, and the melodious tune flowed out of the long strings trembling from the green branches.

Mo Xie took a tight breath. Layers of smoke fluttered and flickered, looking like a docile long-haired saintess. The face is psychedelic and illusory. The green silk is sprinkled in the green shadow. The evening breeze blew, the willow branches gently brushed away, and the willow leaves swayed slightly, blocking Mo Ye's divine consciousness with the green silk in the sky.

"The Holy Friend has such elegance, the starry night is the harp, and the sound of heaven. The mist is incense, and of course there is sexual interest in listening". Mo Ye flew over the stream lightly and fell among the willow trees, and the willow branches stretched and swaggered wantonly. The green branches fluttered in the wind. Revealing skeletal and bald rocks

Mo Ye walked along the dark path among the willow forests, picking up strands of wicker as thin as hair. He glanced weirdly and smiled indifferently. The 10,000-year-old green willow is really not in line with the weeping willow in the puppet realm, and it is not surprising that such a slender willow pops up a curling piano sound.

There was a weak lonely lamp hanging among the willows, and the faint light flickered hesitantly, weaker than the hazy moonlight on the sky, and the holy woman between the weeping willows and silk was faint. "Holy girlfriend, you are the first saint friend in 10,000 years to dare to come here on a starry night. Please sit down for a moment."

Mo Xie's divine sense locked on Qiliu Peak, a trace of willow leaves trembled, and he sucked like hunger and thirst, and Mo Xie heard it like thunder. Looking at the hazy figure of the soul, the saint was close to the zhangxu, and she couldn't see the saint's dignity clearly. With a deep bow, Mo Ye sat on the snow-white stone, and the texture of the stone did not seem to be hard. When Mo Xie twisted his ass and sat down, the snow-white stone slid down and sank.

"Holy friend, but Qifeng Green Willow Holy Ancestor. There are holy friends who are eager to break through the realm and come to ask for the holy relics green willows." Mo Xie moved his ass uncomfortably, and the stone hardened a little.

"Holy Friend Divine Sense, the Holy Realm is unparalleled in the world, I also have something to ask Holy Friends for help, Green Willow is not surprising, Holy Friends can want as much as they want." The soft voice combined with the sound of the slender hand flicking, the light and dark staggered between Mo Xie's eyebrows. The breeze swept by, and Mo Ye felt the pain of inhaling powder and breaking bones.

"Holy Friends, please speak clearly". A yellow glow flashed between Mo Ye's eyebrows, and the pain in his heart was lost in an instant.

"Holy friends don't need to worry, the moonlit night is long, first taste the willow heart tea of Qiliufeng, a cup of fragrant tea, you can top a year's cultivation." Between Mo Ye and the wicker string saintess, a small table like a bone joint, two small white teacups, and a round large-headed white pot fell on the table.

Tom, tom, tom. The holy bag on Mo Xie's waist was suddenly throbbing. "When the Holy Friend lets me go out, I will drink it, and I will drink it."

"Smack", Mo Xie slapped the holy bag fiercely, and the fish was silent.

"Hehehe. The holy friend and this pest mermaid are mixed together, but be careful, this fish is very greedy, and it will not take advantage of it and will not stop" The hazy shadow stopped the flicking Liuqin.

The slender hand gently pinched down, the black and green leaves between the wickers, twisted a few strands of fluffy catkins, gently opened the big-headed white pot, stopped at the mouth of the pot and slowly let go of the fingers, a few green leaves, a few wisps of catkins, fluttering into the pot.

Click, slender fingers, gripping a wicker and gently chopping, making a crisp wooden hard cracking sound. Drip, drip, swish, red transparent liquid flows slowly and quickly into the big head white pot.

Click, click, click. There were four crisp sounds in a row, and the big white pot overflowed with red and transparent liquid after a few sucks.

Bang, the slender finger clicked, a green spark, jumped out of the slender fingertips, and with a flick, the green fire flew into the big white pot. It turned into a green flame, whirring and burning on the red transparent liquid.

The green leaves and white catkins floating in the red liquid slowly dispersed as if they had melted. The transparent red liquor is squeezed to separate the upper and lower three-color water layers. White on top, green on the middle, red sinking heavily to the bottom.

The three-color mist slowly floats out, the rich aroma, the nose comes, like the purity of white tea, like the fragrance of green tea, like the strong fragrance of black tea. The wisps attack people, and the scent is drunk.

Mo Xie's eyes almost burst open, and the red and black discs in Danhai were buzzing and trembling. Stretched out his hand, his fingers clattered back, his breath trembling and snorting, full of praise. "Good tea, good tea, holy treasures".

"Holy Friends, Please". Gently press the lid of the pot with your hand, and ——。 The big white pot actually has two eyes, spewing out three-color tea and falling into the small tea cup.

Mo Xie stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup and brought it to his mouth, inhaling the gently floating fragrance of tea deeply.

"Holy friend, although the tea is fragrant, you must promise me one thing first." The invisible figure saint flew out of a willow strip and gently grabbed Mo Ye's hand, gurgle, giggling, with laughter.

Mo Xie was stunned and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. "Saints and Friends Quick Talk".

"Holy friends are here to help Spring City attack the 'Flower Marrow Heavenly Fragrance'? Can you give me a Cold Blood Flower Pith after defeating the Cold Blood Soul Devouring Flower?" Soft whispers float out of the willow shadows.

Mo Ye's eyes froze. The fish demon wants the pith, and the willow demon wants the cold blood pith. What is the use of this pith? For what the sea tribe and the plant tribe want. "Holy friend, what is the use of this pith".

Hum, the long heart-shaped seed in the Moxiedan Sea stood up with two green leaves, and the branches were high, and the pointed fingers reached the sky.

The slender shadow between the willow shadows, gurgle, gurgle, giggled. "This thing is necessary for cultivation and cultivation, and it has nothing to do with the Holy Clan."

Mo Ye nodded, sniffing the warm tea. "Okay, the tea is going to be cold."

Cup after cup, Mo Xie tasted the three-color fragrant tea carefully, like a bitter fragrance, like a light and mellow. The entrance is miserable, and the aftertaste in the lungs is boundless.

"Holy friends are generous, this is a 10,000-year-old green willow bud, every 10,000 years can give birth to a section, send it to the holy friends, I hope the holy friends will not lose their words." Liu Ying's slender hand reached into the black soil and pulled out a small white bud the length of a finger. The finger flicked and fell into Mo Ye's hand.

Mo Xie pinched up the green willow, not long ago, the green willow used by Mo Xie when he broke through the third order of the solid root was not more than a foot long. Mo Xie muttered in his heart, does this length and year make sense? "How to send the cold blood flower marrow of the holy friend".

"On this night of the month, the Holy Friends can come to Qiliu Peak". The ethereal shadow in the willow shadow seemed to fade a lot.

Mo Ye looked at the sky, the stars were still shining, and between the cracks of the black ink peaks, a wisp of blue morning light was revealed, which raged all night and was cool, painted with heavy tiredness, and slowly retreated into the black shadow.

"Holy friend, if there is an urgent matter, I will leave first, and the cold blood flower marrow will be delivered in time after I get it." Mo Xie took the last sip of the agarwood-like willow heart flower tea. Get up and take your leave.

In the faint willow shadow, there was a gentle giggle. "Hosoyanagi can trust the holy friend".

Mo Ye walked along the black and wet path through the willow forest, gently picking at the willow with fine hair like silk, this wicker was tough and delicate. With a hint of chill. In the light mist, it was thinner and greener, swaying and flowing, and her hair was like a holy woman's silk, which made Mo Ye have endless reverie.

Mo Ye picked up the silky wicker, the wicker did not have willow leaves, it was slippery like rain, and the greasy red dots of transparent liquid dripped from the upper end of the wicker to the lower end of the wicker. Fell into the back of Mo Ye's hand.

Mo Ye wiped the red liquid and smiled, and the starlight shone into the inky morning sky.

The willow silk is thin, swaying gently, dancing with a wet breath. A small voice came from the willow shadow. "Pour, pour".

A long sigh came from the willow shadow. A pair of big green eyes peeked through the thin slits of the willow shadows. Staring at the black light in the distance of Mo Xie. "As the Holy Friend of Lust said, this saint is invincible. 'Three sucking heart-breaking tea' didn't even poison him."

Mo Ye, who was hiding in the far sky, sneered. "Playing with poison, I don't look at how many catties and taels I have, it's so strong."

Mo Xie patted the holy bag and took out the Huicheng Crystal, and with a puff of crushing, his figure burst into a red light. Disappear into the misty morning light. (To be continued......)