Above the Immortal Cultivation

With the rich spiritual energy, Wang Lu quickly fell into concentration.

I don't know how long it took, but "stab", the courtyard door opened, and Song Fengyu, dressed in gray and with a serious expression, walked into the small courtyard.

As if he was preoccupied, he didn't notice the royal road under the locust tree at all, and walked towards the house casually.

Suddenly, as if he was aware of it, Song Fengyu tightened his body suddenly. At the same time, with a "clang" sound, a white spiritual sword came into his hand, and he was about to attack the unknown intruder.

"How...how...why is it you, Junior Brother Wang!"

Song Fengyu rubbed his eyes hard, as if he hadn't woken up, and stammered with excitement and surprise.

"Haha, who else would know your seclusion if not me?"

"Haha, Senior Brother Song, I miss you so much after seeing you for one thousand and twenty-five years. Please come and be well."

Wang Lu laughed, stepped forward and patted his broad and strong shoulder.

"Oh, it's hard to explain in words. Junior brother, let's sit down and talk."

Song Fengyu walked to another stone bench and sighed.

After sitting down, he put his hands on the stone table, his eyes heavy but silent.

Wang Lu could tell at a glance that Song Fengyu was pretending to be helpless and sad. Could it be that something happened to senior Song Mingtang?

You have to make him speak.

He joked: "Brother Song, this is not your style. In the past, you were indifferent, competitive, ambitious, free and unrestrained. Are you hiding it? If you don't call him out to meet me quickly, you will say that his Good brother Wang Lu is here to help.”

"hehe."

Song Fengyu smiled bitterly: "Well, since my junior brother is here, I have to greet Zhou Quan and I will call him out right away."

"That's right."

Wang Lu said with a smile.

However, something surprised him immediately.

I saw Song Fengyu standing up suddenly, flashing onto the steps, facing the sky, raising his voice and yelling: "Song Fengyu, what the hell are you messing with, come out and pull it out quickly , Junior Brother Wang left behind his beloved wife Chen Yaer and traveled hundreds of millions of miles to help. Did you hear it? If you heard it, just answer it. "

As soon as he finished speaking, before Wang Lu could react at all, Song Fengyu immediately changed his shouts into roars and responded: "Damn it, what are you yelling about? I heard it, I'll be here right now. ”

"call."

Like a spark, Song Fengyu instantly came to the stunned Wang Lu, grabbed his shoulders tightly, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, junior brother, my good junior brother, you made me wait so hard, I hope for the stars and the moon , I’ve finally come to see you.”

"Haha, let's sit down and talk."

Wang Lu was sitting on the stone bench in a daze. Song Fengyu raised his hand, and two cups of spiritual tea came from nowhere. He said with a smile: "Hey, Talk while drinking tea, otherwise your mouth will be dry."

A hint of the strong fragrance penetrated straight into his soul. Only then did Wang Lu come back to his senses, unable to stop the amazement in his eyes.

Song Fengyu was able to return to his true colors from an unimaginable event. He truly deserves to be a strong man who can take things up and let them go.

He picked up the amber tea cup and drank it in one gulp.

"call."

A long and concentrated fragrance instantly filled the whole body, and an indescribable feeling of comfort arose spontaneously.

“Good tea, excellent tea.”

Seeing Wang Lu full of praise, Song Fengyu explained with pride: "Three hundred years ago, when I entered the late stage of becoming a god, people all over the world wanted to find out about my junior brother. How did I know that my junior brother was not in time in the "Tingfeng Hall"? The glorious deeds of transforming gods and defeating the powerful Huang Yan, and the good news of becoming a Taoist couple with Chen Yaer, and then successfully breaking through the heavenly barrier of transforming gods. At that time, the joy came to my face. For this reason, the senior brother racked his brains. I want to give you a treasure as a wedding gift. I originally wanted to refine a novel thing to give to my sister-in-law, but I didn't know that Tian Yidong was one step ahead and created a huge architectural flying treasure that I can't help but admire. I had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. The quality was not enough and I had to make do with quantity. The spiritual tea my junior drank was called "Ningxiang". It was a unique treasure produced only once every three thousand years by the Song family, one of the ten most ancient families in the wilderness. It was taken from "Yizhi". "Red dew and fragrant fragrance" means Ya'er girl's charm and incomparable beauty. Hey, I took away half a catty of this tea in one fell swoop, leaving no trace for the Song family."

"Haha, it's not easy to be in love, it's not easy. It's not easy. When did senior brother transform and start stealing gods, but I like it."

Wang Lu smiled heartily and stretched out his hand. Song Fengyu understood it and immediately handed over a ten-thousand-year-old jade box that was tightly sealed and sealed with a high-level and low-level forbidden spirit talisman. He immediately put it into his storage like a treasure. bag.

The wine has Nie Fei's nectar and jade liquid, and the tea has a "condensing fragrance". Whether drinking or tasting tea, Ya'er will be fragrant all over her body, and she will be earth-shatteringly beautiful.

Wang Lu was fascinated and excited.

But at this moment, there was a scream of "squeak", and a purple-gray lightning shot out from the spirit beast bag. The two of them had no time to react, and they saw Zijiu's two gray tentacles "swooshing" extending into Song Fengyu's body before he could The cup he opened to drink was instantly eaten up without a drop left.

"Yeah..."

Zi Jiu seemed to have burped, and lazily returned to the old place on Wang Lu's left shoulder. His upper and lower eyelids were fighting crazily, lying motionless, and fell asleep in an instant.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

When the two came to their senses, they burst into violent and heroic laughter, which made Wang Lu almost shed tears.

After a long time, "cough cough cough", "cough cough cough", Song Fengyu endured the intense mood of flying up and down, and said: "Junior brother's pet butterfly is so magical, I dare to assert that it is the only one, there is no semicolon."

"Hahahahaha..."

As soon as the words were finished, the two laughed again.

"Okay, okay, joking is joking, but this little butterfly is indeed unique. The breath it exudes makes even me a little afraid, as if facing a prehistoric beast, it is very scary."

Song Fengyu said seriously.

Wang Lu was also very puzzled. Why did Zi Jiu like Ningxiang tea so much? What kind of extraordinary origin did this tea have? His love for it was thousands of times greater than that of Lingjing.

Song Fengyu only talked about the hard-won Ningxiang and its charming and intoxicating meaning, but did not talk about how it was made.

Wang Lu glanced at him nonchalantly.

Unexpectedly, Song Fengyu waved his hands and said: "I'm not deceiving you. In our Song family, only my father and the clan leader know the origin of Ningxiang. Hey, I took advantage of reaching the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation to steal it quietly without anyone knowing."

"But, but, I will help you figure it out later."

Wang Lu rolled his eyes and had nothing to say to Song Fengyu. However, his kindness touched him.

Seeing him hesitating and wanting to say something, it seemed that Senior Song was in trouble as he thought.