Fang Xi thought fiercely.

…

In winter, snowflakes are flying.

Fang Xi came to the wine cellar and took out a bottle of 'red blood wine'!

After uncorking the bottle, the wine inside was as red as blood and the aroma was intoxicating.

He took a sip and felt that there was no fishy smell of red blood rice. Instead, the taste was particularly mellow and strong, just like burning knives and Erguotou.

“What a strong drink!”

Feeling the feeling like swallowing a ball of fire, and the slightly lively energy and blood in her body, Fang Xi nodded and shook her head.

This 'Red Blood Wine' is considered finished, but unfortunately it can still lay the foundation for the early stages of body refining and strengthen the Qi and blood.

For him, it only makes the qi and blood a little more lively, without the effect of increasing qi and blood.

After all, after his body-refining cultivation was promoted to the Grand Master with Qi penetrating the whole body, he was comparable to a monk who had perfected Qi-refining!

If you want to take another step forward, it will be extremely difficult!

Fortunately, there is also the Demonic Tree. Although it is very weak every day, it is still a powerful supplement.

Holding a bottle of wine, Fang Xi came to the underground cave.

At this time, the demon tree grew several feet taller, reaching a total length of more than ten feet and five feet, almost as tall as a bungalow.

Fang Xi sat cross-legged under the demon tree, feeling a large amount of Yimu essence pouring into her body.

Next to it, an air root hung down, rolled up the wine bottle, and let him take a sip from it.

This demon tree is actually equivalent to Fang Xi's clone, and it can naturally control the air roots to do many things.

"There is hope for immortality, there is hope for immortality..."

During her daily practice, Fang Xi felt the vitality constantly gushing out of her limbs and bones, and her face couldn't help but be filled with joy.

At this moment, he frowned and took out a prohibition token.

"somebody is coming?"

Fang Xi returned to the training room, placed the futon in its original position, and walked out of the house.

After waving his hand to disperse the formation, he saw a figure trampling on a flower basket, it was Ruan Xingling!

"Meet the island owner!"

Fang Xi saluted quickly.

Countless petals were flying around, and Ruan Xingling fell from the flower basket one by one, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world: "Recently, there have been insect pests in the spiritual fields of Peach Blossom Island. I came here specially to have a look..."

"Oh, I've suffered a lot here too..."

Fang Xi's face was full of bitterness, but she smiled again: "Since the island owner is here, you might as well come and sit in the yard, I just brewed the 'red blood wine'!"

When guests come to visit, it would be rude not to invite them to sit in the courtyard.

As for the underground cave? Fang Xi has already prepared a disguise and is protected by a formation.

Immortal cultivators in the Qi refining stage have no spiritual consciousness, let alone being able to release it externally, making it difficult to detect clues.

Ruan Xingling came to the yard and dismissed the big herring. She just put her hands on her back and looked around, sighing: "This yard is a little empty and lonely. You can plant some peach blossoms... I have peach blossoms planted everywhere on Peach Blossom Island."

, the colorful fallen flowers in the coming year will also be a sight to behold.”

"The island owner is right."

Fang Xi held the tray, took out two bottles of red blood wine from the cellar, and asked Ruan Xingling to taste it.

Ruan Xingling held the jade cup in her hand and frowned slightly after drinking the red blood wine: "This wine is very strong, but are there any others?"

"this……"

Fang Xi thought for a while: "There are some home-brewed local wines that I made by myself. They don't taste good and make people laugh."

"Then give it a try." Ruan Xingling's eyes were like morning stars.

Fang Xi couldn't help it, so she went back to get two bottles of wine, poured a glass for Ruan Xingling, and took a sip herself.

This spiritual rice wine can only be tasted, but it still has a sour taste that cannot be removed.

"Although the taste of this wine is average, the sourness is very suitable for the occasion. Does it have a name?"

Ruan Xingling drank it and felt good.

"Unnamed... I would rather call it 'Green Bamboo Wine'." Fang Xi drank the taste again and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, recalling that time in the market.

"Green Bamboo Wine, not bad, not bad...I hope I can drink this Green Bamboo Wine every year in the future."

Ruan Xingling controlled thousands of petals and slowly flew up: "Today, my great-grandfather... also reached the end of his life and passed away..."

"Island owner's condolences..."

Fang Xi looked at Ruan Xingling's leaving figure and thought to herself: 'Another one has endured to death...'
Chapter completed!