"If you don't go, don't go." Pu Zihuang shook her head repeatedly, "I don't want to go to the underworld. You can go to your cave and soak in the soup spring..."

"Don't even think about it." Ruan Ling refused.

"Romang is really heartless." Pu Zihuang sighed, "I ran over and thought about treating your injuries. Who knew you were so unhappy. Forget it, I'd better go back to have a drink with the Taoist priest."

He shook his fan and was about to leave.

Ruan Ling stopped him: "Zi Huangjun, wait a moment, I have a few jars of good wine there, you can take it before leaving. Just treat it as a thank you for lending me the immortal rope."

After they left, Hui Niang and Jin waited for a long time without anyone, and couldn't help but go out to look for it.

But there are no traces of them.

"Is it because I was dazzled?" Jin Shi began to doubt her eyes, "Hui Niang, have you seen those two people just now?"

"See." Hui Niang nodded, "Actually, I feel a bit like a dream. They look at it, like the golden boy and jade girl in front of the Bodhisattva."

"Yes, that noble man's eyes are green, and the beads on his forehead must be very valuable..." Jin sighed, then slapped his thigh again, "Didn't he say he wanted to treat Nannan's injuries? Where are the people?"

...

Ruan Ling took Pu Zihuang to Jiuqiu Mountain, took out three jars of cherry wine from the cave, and said, "This is Zhiman's unique skill. Cherry wine is only available at this time of year."

Pu Zihuang held the wine jar with one hand, took a light breath, and smiled and said, "This thank you gift is very much for my wish."

Ruan Ling smiled and said, "I learned brewing from one of the jars with her, which is not as good as her craftsmanship. Zihuang Junquan should try it as fresh."

After hearing this, Pu Zihuang sniffed three jars of wine, and pointed at one of them casually: "This one was brewed by you."

Ruan Ling was surprised: "How do you know?"

"The smell is obviously different." Pu Zihuang talked, "The other two jars have a sweet and fragrant taste, but your jar has a bit of the sourness of cherries."

Ruan Ling was a little embarrassed and laughed: "Zhiman is an expert in making fruit wine. I can't compare with her. If you don't want it, I'll give it back to me."

She reached out to get it, but Pu Zihuang took it away first.

"Although the brew is not good, it is good to take it to the little Taoist priest." Pu Zihuang smiled, "Stop he would snatch the good wine with me."

Ruan Ling curled her lips: "It's up to you."

At this time, Chun'er Pin'er hurriedly ran in, pinched a half-burned paper crane, and said, "Master, this is the voice transmission crane of Huadi. When she is in danger, please go and support!"

In recent times, due to the raging war ghosts, Ruan Ling has been busy going to various places to support the land god every day, so it is not surprising.

"Where is she?" Ruan Ling asked.

"In Fenghuang Town, Shen's family." Pin'er said.

"Shen Family?" Ruan Ling paused and then walked out, "Okay, I understand. You two continue to stay here. If you have any situation, come to me."

She turned around and said to Pu Zihuang: "Zihuangjun, I am really busy recently and I don't have time to entertain you, so you can do it yourself."

Pu Zihuang put three jars of wine into her sleeves, shook the fan and said, "Go to do it, I'm going back now."

Ruan Ling glanced at him and suddenly reached out to hold his sleeve.

Pu Zihuang was about to fly away, but she almost fell down when she pulled her.
Chapter completed!