Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

"Come on, I'll take you there, Youlan Fenggu."

As soon as Hua Zhaoying finished speaking, her wide and snow-white long sleeves danced lightly in the air. After a short squeeze of time and space, five people appeared at the gate of Youlan Fenggu.

At the entrance of Youlan Fenggu, there are two double-opening black wrought iron gates, about 12 meters wide, which look magnificent.Through the black and bright railing on the door, one can vaguely see the trees, flowers and plants of Youlan Fenggu, as well as the birds perched on the branches.

It doesn't look like a dangerous place, but it looks like a quiet and peaceful paradise.

In front of the wrought iron gate, sat an old man in a purple robe, with a huge umbrella on his head, completely enveloping him in the shade.Sitting on a bamboo recliner made of rattan, it was shaking gently with the breeze.

Next to the rattan chair, there is a small tea table with a small tea table on it. The purple sand pot looks... like it has aura.

Hua Zhaoying smiled slightly and looked at the man.

In an instant, the spiritual power fluctuated.

The purple-robed man seemed to have sensed this layer of spiritual power, his narrowed eyes suddenly opened, he sat up slowly from the reclining chair, and looked at Hua Zhaoying.

Suddenly, he showed a shocked expression.

"You...why are you here!"

Hua Zhaoying smiled, and with a swipe of her palm, a folding fan with ebony bones appeared in the air in her hand. It opened with a "chuo" sound, and a picture of flowers and birds drawn with fine brushwork was stretched out on it.

"What? I can't come?"

The purple-robed man looked about 40 years old, he was in his prime, he should be a purple-level Taoist.

According to this age, this person should also have good talent, otherwise it would be impossible to reach the purple level at such a young age.

After all, even Mr. Croya, who is over half a hundred years old, is still wearing a purple robe.

"No... I... I thought..." The purple-robed man hesitated to speak, his eyes fell on the four pink and jade-carved little dolls behind Hua Zhaoying, and he suddenly understood , "You... Are you accepting apprentices?"

Hua Zhaoying pointed to Mu Yan behind her: "This is the apprentice, and the other three are her teammates." After finishing speaking, she looked at Mu Yan, "Come on, Xiao Yan, come here."

Mu Yan hurriedly stepped forward: "Hello!"

The purple-robed man froze for a moment, as if he was still buffering the amount of information.

"This is my little apprentice, Xiao Yan, who is a doctor. This one is Dao Bisi, a purple-level Taoist, and also the guardian of this Youlan Fenggu." After finishing speaking, Hua Zhaoying turned her head away again. , pointing to the remaining three people one by one, "These three, this girl, named Mu Xuecheng, is an alchemist, this is Mimisi, a Taoist, and this is Oakes, a pharmacist."

The purple-robed man paused, then nodded again.

"It's good that you... can come. Recently, the valley is not peaceful."

Hua Zhaoying raised her eyebrows slightly: "How do you say that?"

Oakes looked at the four children behind Hua Zhaoying, hesitant, as if he was worried that speaking out would cause a shadow of their childhood.

"It's okay."

"Recently, in the valley, there is a spiritual herb called Duanqinghua, which has become a spirit. Not only does it lose the restriction of being rooted and immobile, but it can move around, and it is also very aggressive towards humans. Many people have entered the valley. Died at the hands of the love-severing flower."

Hua Zhaoying frowned slightly: "Love-breaking flower? I've never heard of such a mutation in the spirit grass before, turning into a monster of disaster."