What kind of good fruit can be grown in this place in the Demon Realm?

Yingxiu didn't take it seriously, just thinking that Feng Changyin was a child's nature, and smiled at him.

It is not easy to store these spiritual fruits. It took them several days to get here from Pu Feng and they need to eat them quickly. She was about to ask someone to clean the spiritual fruits and distribute them. Not far away, Zhang Shiwen came over carefully with a plate.

He greeted: "Several immortal kings have come from afar. I apologize for the poor reception. I just went to pick some fruits. Please satisfy your hunger first."

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the bamboo frame on the ground: "Hey, Xianjun, you still brought it with you! In fact, we Chaowen can also grow our own things now."

Yingxiu saw that the fruit was clearly still green, with just a little bit of white, and the word "sour" was written everywhere. I'm afraid it was not yet ripe.

Zhuchen stepped forward to take it, handed it directly to her, and said sincerely: "Sister, please try it, it's here."

Ying Xiu could not refuse, so she took the one that looked the whitest.

Zhuchen: "Uncle."

Yue Xing also took one, but did not eat it right away. He just turned it around in his hand and observed Yingxiu's expression with his peripheral vision.

Ying Xiu prepared herself mentally, closed her eyes and took a bite. The expected sourness did not come, but she was filled with an extremely sweet taste.

"Um?!"

Ying Xiu opened her eyes wide, and the full juice was already flowing down her fingers. She took a lick regardless of the image, and then threw the remaining half into her mouth.

"It's too small!" She stretched out her hand and grabbed a large handful unceremoniously, "I can't even taste it."

Zhuchen: "..." Are you Zhu Bajie?

Yue Xing tapped her wrist with his fan: "Yeng Xiu!"

Yingxiu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes. Master uncle takes care of juniors the most, so Yingxiu is welcome."

Seeing that she was unethical, Yue Xing decided to take it out too.

Feng Changyin licked his lips and was too embarrassed to fight for it, so he just watched dryly from the side. Zhuchen couldn't see it anymore and stuffed a few spiritual fruits into his hand.

Yuan Poshui saw that the two of them were eating so happily and wanted to try it, but before they could say a polite word, the plates were already empty.

The food on the plate must weigh at least one or two kilograms. Is it really that delicious, or do they like to take food away from them?

Yue Xing regained his elegance and calmness after eating the Tong Guo. He took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his fingers carefully, and praised: "It is sweet and has an aftertaste, refreshing with a strange fragrance. Master Zhuchen, if this fruit is used

Come and make wine, I tell you, it will be sold at a sky-high price!"

Zhuchen said regretfully: "There are still few fruits, and we have just planted them. It is no longer enough to feed the black chicks, and there is no extra to make wine."

Ying Xiu shouted: "Do black chicks eat this on weekdays?!"

She smacked her lips, feeling that her mood was very complicated, even a little depressed.

The head disciple of the No. 1 sect in the world can’t even eat as much as a chicken?

"Speaking of wine, we actually brought a few bottles of wine this time. Doesn't my uncle like to have a drink on weekdays?" Yingxiu asked cautiously, "So, you don't have a bar here?"

Zhuchen: “No.”

"Great!" Yingxiu had completely forgotten her original intention, "Just wait, I'll get it for you. Your uncles almost emptied the wine cellar."

She took out a jug of wine from her bag and placed it outside. There was still a lot of wine in it, so she didn't take it out yet.

"This wine has a mellow aroma and long fragrance. It is brewed with spiritual spring water from the mountain behind Pufeng Mountain. Even people who don't like to drink can still taste it."

As soon as Yingxiu opened the mouth of the wine jar, the fragrant aroma immediately floated out from inside, and spread into the air with the surrounding wind. Just by smelling it, there was an intoxicating smell.

Yuan Poshui's greed was immediately aroused. He sniffed his nose and stepped forward. He could no longer maintain his composure and gasped: "This wine is... is this wine the legendary jade wine?!"

Yingxiu said indifferently: "I heard that there is such a name outside. Because when the wine is poured into the cup, it is as crisp and sweet as the impact of jade. I think this is just a joking name for drunkards."

Yuan Poshui felt that he was intoxicated, so he leaned over and inhaled hard on the top of the wine jar, as if this could suck the wine into his belly.

Ying Xiu was afraid that he would not be able to control her, so she drooled in her mouth and pushed him away with great disgust. She looked up and looked around, asking someone to bring some wine glasses.

Zhang Shiwen, who had just left not long ago, reappeared and said with a smile: "I am afraid that the immortals are thirsty, so they all drink a glass of water first. This is freshly poured, and it is very cool."

Yingxiu talked for a long time, and she was indeed thirsty. She grabbed the wooden bowl and poured a sip into her mouth.

She almost finished the drink, her neck raised high, her throat rolled, and the bowl bottomed out. Before anyone could react, she picked up another bowl.

Yuan Poshui's soul was still stuck in the aftertaste of jade wine. He took a step slower, but nothing was left behind.

Yuexing and Yingxiu held the empty bowls and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Ying Xiu resealed the lid of the wine jar.

Zhuchen saw the despair in her eyes and said hurriedly: "No, senior sister! Didn't you give this to me?!"

Ying Xiu even wanted to pack her bags and go back to Pu Feng. What else could she give?

Ying Xiu pursed her lips and asked, "Tell me first, what other treasures do you have here?"

Zhuchen couldn't laugh or cry: "No more, really no more. These things were just made a few days ago, you guys just happened to be lucky."

Yingxiu breathed a subtle sigh of relief, but she still felt unsure if she was asked to take something from the bag again.

Yue Xing knocked the fan on the palm of his hand and said with a smile: "There is one thing you definitely don't have much here."

Zhuchen thought it was a huge misunderstanding! She actually didn’t have much here!

"There are really no other things. You have all seen some of them." Zhuchen said, "Actually, I like the things you brought, uncle!"

"Uncle Master can't figure out what you like." Yue Xing handed over the baggage he had prepared, "So I prepared a hundred thousand spiritual stones for you. Come to me again if you need it."

Yuan Poshui almost fell down on the spot.

So rich!

He was about to cry.

The difference between people is so big!

Why does he have to suffer like this?

"It is urgent." Zhuchen took it solemnly and said, "Thank you, uncle, for your poverty alleviation fund, which made me rich overnight!"

Feng Changyin had suffered enough from poverty during this period, and was deeply moved when he learned that he was finally out of poverty.

In fact, in comparison, the treasures on Yingxiu's body are more valuable. After all, she has stored many priceless magic weapons.

It's a pity that Yingxiu didn't have the heart to explain, so she gave all the gifts to Zhuchen and let her think about it slowly.

Zhuchen touched it casually and pulled out an incense burner.

She used this thing frequently when she was in Pu Feng, and it was also an extremely hard-to-find treasure. It burned not incense but spiritual energy, and you could also add herbs. The white smoke would rise up, and it could create a mist, and it could also lull people to sleep and restore their health.

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Zhuchen said happily: "Senior sister, have you brought this? How good is it?"

Yingxiu: "I have brought most of the treasures from my uncle's house. See if you can use them."

Zhuchen: "If you want to use it, you must be able to use it. Chaowen is short of all magic weapons now, and there is nothing that can be put on the table." Even the acting leader's token is just a broken wooden sign. It's really hurtful to think about it.

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At this time, the Sunda disciples who were lagging behind also arrived.

They knew that they had offended Yu Yuan's people before, so they did not dare to rush forward rashly and stopped outside the boundary monument.

In the morning, people were brought in. A group of people, like quails, walked timidly in front of the crowd with their heads between their legs.

He knew his identity, had hidden his weapons and everything, and looked like a well-behaved and sensible person.

When she was thinking about how to arrange them, Yuan Poshui discussed with her angrily: "Fellow Taoist, Yuan sees that you are not a person who likes drinking. Can this wine..."

"The wine is not for sale." Zhuchen said ruthlessly, "This is Pu Fengshimen's wish, how can we sell it?"

Yuan Poshui's heart ached, and he asked again: "Can the spiritual fruit..."

Zhuchen: "I don't want to sell the spiritual fruit either. I've already told you that it's my master's wish!"

"But you can't finish it! If you put it out any longer, it will go bad!"

"How come I can't finish the food when there are so many people in Chaowen?" Zhuchen asked curiously, "Since it was given to me in Chaowen, how can I enjoy it all to myself? Naturally, I have to share it with everyone so that everyone can have a taste of it."

Yuan Poshui's "ridiculous" sentence came to his lips and was swallowed hard again.

Yes. These people are inhumane and incomparable.

What's even more exaggerated is that Yue Xing also praised from the side: "Master Nephew Zhuchen is really sensible."

Zhuchen smiled modestly and said: "Where is it?"

Yuan Poshui couldn't help but said loudly: "These spiritual fruits are out there. If they are of good quality, they can be sold for a Bailing Stone!" It is more valuable than a human life! Zhuchen gave it away casually, and what he gave away was a mountain of gold!

"Master Yuan is so shallow." Zhuchen picked one up casually and wiped it on his clothes, "If you plant a fruit, you have to eat it. How much is it worth?"

She threw it back and threw it into Zhang Shiwen's hand. Zhang Shiwen took a big bite in front of Yuan Poshui and chewed it in his mouth as if he was gritting his teeth.

When he was working as a craftsman, in the eyes of monk Xuntian, he might not even be worth ten spirit stones. Now, in front of him, he "spoils" these good things that he can't get, and he feels really happy.

Zhuchen said: "Let's make the after-dinner fruit for tonight. You take it and wash it first, then divide it into parts and give it to the monk Yu Yuan."

Zhang Shiwen responded and called someone to come over and move the bamboo basket away.
To be continued...