"Yes, sir." Qing Yao hesitated, "Sir, if there is any danger in the magic of heaven, forget it..."

"I have my own opinions on this matter. You can go back and wait for news." Ruan Ling said.

Qingyao had no choice but to bow and leave.

Chun'er came in with a post and said, "Master, this is a post sent by Wanju Mountain. It says it is snowing heavily in Wanju Mountain. I invite you to enjoy the snow and drink tea."

"Drinking tea?" Ruan Ling smiled.

It was simply a hint that he lacked good wine.

Ruan Ling asked Chun'er to take the pear blossom white.

Chun'er said: "The master finally got the white pear blossoms. There are only these three jars, so let's keep one jar by myself."

"When did you become so stingy?" Ruan Ling said with a funny look, "Get all three jars."

Although the pear blossom white is rare, Zihuangjun’s help to her is even more priceless.

She wasn't so stingy that she couldn't bear to give up a jar of wine.

Bringing wine, she rode the ball and stepped on the clear winter air, all the way to Wanju Mountain.

It was indeed snowing heavily in Wanju Mountain.

The temperature on the mountain is lower than the bottom of the mountain, and there are only scattered light snow at the bottom of the mountain. The snow is already covered with snow, and the heavy snow like goose feathers falls, making it beautiful.

Ruan Ling took a deep breath of cold air, and a little happiness surged in her heart. She handed the ball to a farmer at the foot of the mountain to take care of her, and climbed the Wanju Mountain by himself.

As she climbed, she found several green plum trees, with shadows hidden among the mountains and rocks, which was very attractive.

Ruan Ling was intrigued and quickly climbed up there. Only then did she find that it was a small octagonal pavilion with two people sitting inside.

Pu Zihuang, the little Taoist priest Yan Jiu.

They sat face to face, surrounded a table with barbed wire on it, and a large piece of raw meat hung on it. They cut a piece of fresh meat with a small knife, and put it on the barbed wire to roast it, and the oil sizzled.

Ruan Ling patted Xue on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Zi Huangjun and the little Taoist priest are so elegant."

They looked at her together and saw that she was covered in snow, and couldn't help but laugh together.

"I don't know, I thought there was a white-haired old lady." Pu Zihuang said.

"I have never seen an old woman with such a beautiful appearance." Yan Jiu stuffed a piece of flesh into his mouth and smiled, "Miss Round is really beautiful, Zi Huangjun has a good look."

Pu Zihuang glanced at him.

Yan Jiu smiled and said, "Come on, Ms. Ruanruo comes to sit down. There are green plums with excellent taste here to admire."

Ruan Ling stomped her feet, knocking the snow off her body and then walked into the pavilion.

There was no cover around the pavilion, and it was as warm as spring.

"So warm." Ruan Ling patted her cheek and looked at the barbed wire, "What meat did you roast?"

"Venerine." Yan Jiu took a knife and wanted to cut a piece for her.

Ruan Ling smiled and said, "You little Taoist priest, you don't have to be polite. I cut it myself and roast it, so it's fun to eat it."

She cut off a few thin pieces of venison hanging above, put them on the wire mesh, and took out a few small bottles.

It contains seasonings such as pepper and salt.

She had been cooking for Pluto before, and she carried various daily necessities with her bracelet.

"Is this delicious?" Pu Zihuang asked as she sprinkled layers of ingredients onto the meat.

"It must not be delicious." The little Taoist Yan Jiu shook his head, "That big ingredients cover up the original taste of this fresh venison. What does it mean to taste?"

Ruan Ling ignored them, baked the meat on his own, sprinkled the ingredients, picked up the chopsticks, and put them on a small plate.
Chapter completed!