Fall: Rebirth

After all the disciples had left, Qingli walked straight towards a peach tree.

At this time, Ziying followed closely behind, but she soon noticed that this place seemed slightly different from before, and couldn't help but screamed: "Hey, the flowers here seem to be more lush than the last time we came here!"

Qingli replied calmly, "Didn't you say that one day in the fairyland is equivalent to one year here? The last time we came here, it has been more than seventeen days."

"That's right!" After this reminder, Zi Yingfang suddenly realized, "One hour in the God Realm is equivalent to one day in the Immortal Realm, so one day in the God Realm is equivalent to twelve days in the Immortal Realm. By this calculation, the Immortal Realm has already experienced more than two hundred days, so doesn't this mean that more than two hundred years have passed here?"

Qingli remained silent and only nodded slightly in response.

Ziying sighed softly: "No wonder I was wondering why there are more flowers here. The whole mountain looks brand new. It turns out that so much time has passed. No wonder the animal species here have become more abundant."

"There's plenty of divine power here. After two hundred years, there are naturally more animals here." Qingli answered as he flew to the peach tree and lay down swiftly.

Seeing Qingli climb up the tree again, Ziying couldn't help but frown and complained softly: "When will you change your habit of climbing trees? I always have to look up when I talk to you."

Qingli lay on a tall tree trunk, looking down at Ziying, his mouth slightly raised, and responded with a playful smile: "Then if you know this, why do you still want to talk to me?"

Ziying was speechless after being asked this question, and he secretly wondered how he had inexplicably fallen into such an embarrassing situation.

Just when the atmosphere was becoming somewhat subtle and awkward, a scream suddenly rang out. It turned out to be from those naughty apprentices.

At this moment, Chu Heng was staring intently at the flowers that grew in strange shapes, muttering to himself: "What kind of flower is this? I wonder if it has medicinal value?" While thinking, he tried to search for relevant knowledge from his memory, but it seemed that he got nothing.

On the other hand, Hill rushed into the shallow water of the lake like a child, trying to catch the fish playing in the water. He was extremely cautious when each small fish swam close to him, but he always came back empty-handed every time he reached out to grab it. This series of failures made Hill scream.

Compared to Hill's noise, Ling Han seemed much quieter. He lightly leaped onto a pear tree, plucked a pear, wiped it gently with his shirt, and took a big bite without hesitation.

After tasting the sweet and juicy flesh, Ling Han exclaimed in satisfaction: "Mm, so sweet!"

Looking at the innocent and carefree appearance of his disciples, Ziying couldn't help but smile with relief and joy: "What a group of little guys!"

Qingli was lying leisurely among the branches of the peach tree, turning his head to admire this happy and peaceful scene, with a faint smile on his lips: "This is such a rare leisure time, why not let them play to their heart's content for a while."

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, and the pink peach blossoms on the trees fluttered down.

Ziying, who was sitting under the tree, reached out her hand and caught a petal. Staring at the delicate petals in her hand, she whispered softly, "I wonder what the wine brewed from these petals would taste like?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingli's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "Have you finished drinking all the wine you buried earlier?"

Ziying nodded slightly and replied helplessly: "There are still two jars left, but I really can't remember where I buried them. I couldn't find them the last time I came here. Now so much time has passed, maybe they have been submerged by the lake." After saying that, Ziying's face showed a trace of regret.

When Qingli heard this, he couldn't help but feel regretful: Is such good wine going to be wasted like this?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Qingli instantly turned into a breeze and left quietly, leaving only the branches with peach blossoms swaying gently in the wind.

"Where have you been?" Ziying only felt a light breeze passing by him. When he looked up, he found that Qingli's figure had disappeared, so he hurriedly looked around.