no one knows better than me

Zhuang Qingliu had a long, messy dream. In the dream, she kept falling, and finally fell into a pool of water.

When he woke up, he was indeed in a pool of water.

? ?Serial dream?

At this moment, someone not far away suddenly shouted: "Zhuang Qingliu must die!"

biss?

The voice was too real, Zhuang Qingliu immediately raised his eyes to look over, and then dozens of people by the lake came into view. in a flash.

Zhuang Qingliu's back stiffened, and he quickly closed his eyes, pretending that he had never opened them.

It was a nightmare.

She recently flipped through an ancient book of miscellaneous notes in the world of cultivating immortals, but what the hell is the painting style that she experienced when she woke up?Does a person's hobbies also need to carry so much? !

The people by the lake in the distance didn't seem to notice her strangeness, and they were still discussing in surprise: "Don't worry, is that really her?"

"But hasn't she been dead for 20 years?!"

"There shouldn't be anything wrong. There have never been lotus plants growing in this blue lake before. Since the year after her death, it has changed suddenly. The flowers bloom every year. I know that things are strange. After all, they are Unlike us."

"How many of us have witnessed Duanzhu Jun stabbing her to death with his sword, if we don't die..."

"So wait and talk, don't act rashly, I have already summoned someone to come over."

……

The sparkling lake?What a silly name.

And what is "their family" and what does it mean?

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his eyes calmly, scanning the reflection on the water.The name those people shouted was her name, and this face was indeed her face... Except for the long hair that suddenly grew thicker, she was absolutely sure that she was a human being—as she was 20 years old. Judging from the experience of young people.

After a short pause, Zhuang Qingliu looked away, glanced at the tip of the lotus in front of him, and suddenly tried to say hello to it.

Hua ignored her.

……

So she doesn't know what it's like to be a spirit, and she doesn't know any fancy words-then what's the point of becoming a lotus here?

At this time, a monk in green clothes said sharply: "My son went to Meizhou three days ago to discuss the marriage, but he suddenly disappeared nearby for no reason. After the middle elders arrived at Zhao Ling, the compass clearly pointed to this place, this incident must have something to do with her, and I, Mrs. Pei, must demand her death!"

Someone answered with a frown: "One dies, one lives. If it is a coincidence, it will definitely not be like this. Even if the timing is a bit wrong, Zhuang Qingliu is indeed involved."

Pei's son?Missing?Summon spirit?

Still pay for life?

Zhuang Qingliu looked meaningless on the surface, but was haggard in his heart.

Speaking of paying for your life when you appear on the stage, shouldn't this kind of ghostly script be taken by a cannon fodder?With such a pretty face, can't she inherit the daily destiny of the protagonist in the novel?

Sure enough, when God opens a door for you, he will mercilessly close all the windows.

Fortunately, although this group of people talked a lot, they were very cautious. For a while, no one acted rashly, as if they were worried about something.

"Speaking of Zhao Ling, when she died, I always had doubts. Although I saw Duanzhu Jun's sword piercing her heart, no one knows the reason and whether there is something hidden... If I had known this before, I should have taken precautions in advance, and my Pei family would not have lost another young suzerain by her."

"But what's the use of being on guard? Now, Heng Wuzun of Changgeng Immortal Mansion grew up with her since he was a child. At the beginning, he had taken precautions and parted ways with her, but in the end, she didn't kill his master, but also affected the whole family. The entire Gumengchao was burned through the mountains and plains, and tens of thousands of clansmen died tragically..."

Zhuang Qingliu frowned suddenly—killed people, exterminated clans, killed Master, turned against relatives and friends.

true and false?

She closed her eyelashes and thought for a long time... she just felt that her memory was a broken sack.When she was reading that book, she flipped through it completely, and she hadn't finished it yet. She really didn't have any impression of what those people by the lake said.

The discussion on the shore continued, and Zhuang Qingliu silently began to scan the surroundings. This place is in the middle of the lake, surrounded by lake water, without boats, and only the newly sprouted lotus branches are hidden everywhere.Instead, going up the cliff, she suddenly saw a boundary marker.

——Si Guiya.

According to the book, Sigui Cliff is the high cliff at the north estuary of Meizhou. If you cross here, you will leave the boundary of Zhangtai Mei Clan. The word Sigui also means that people who go out think of their hometown and return soon.

But I remember that Si Guiya's book didn't say that in this scene at this time, a flower spirit was born here.

Zhuang Qingliu withdrew her gaze expressionlessly. She had no memory, no skills, and no novice guidance... Hurry up and give her a system!

In just a short moment, I was so tired that I couldn't get any more tired.

A very young boy on the bank stared at Zhuang Qingliu for a long time, then asked sharply, "Master, why hasn't she spoken?"

Because you are so imposing, I dare not say it.

After pondering for a moment, Zhuang Qingliu glanced over there, her gaze fell on the young man, and a thought crossed her mind... But she just tried to move, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so she looked down.

...? ?

What kind of real streaking is this? ? ?There is not even a piece of clothing on the stage... Who can do this? !

She immediately soaked back into the water in place, quickly blinked off the water droplets on her eyelashes, and began to think about the situation in front of her.

After a while, it was concluded that she was hopeless.

Or I'll just sink and die now, she thought.

If you can go back successfully, it will be a nightmare, if you fail, you will die painlessly in a dream.

But the downstream of this lake is a waterfall, Zhuang Qingliu spent [-] seconds imagining the way of being washed down the waterfall to die... comfort yourself, you still have to be strong.

It's not impossible to save it again.

Her eyes fell on the lotus branch that had just sprouted in front of her eyes, and she reconfirmed the distance from the center of the lake to the shore... Then she gave a soft "噗嗤", and suddenly a flower burst out on her left shoulder

A sharp long arrow shot over like lightning first, and then there was a sound of piercing through the sky.

Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyes suddenly, and looked at the shore from afar.

A very tall woman approached the lake with a longbow in her hand, her eyes were sharp, and there was a heavy chill all over her body. Her whole body was like a tight bowstring, and she seemed ready to shoot at her again at any moment. A sharp arrow.

This person is the Heng Wuzun and Zhu Heng that those people were talking about just now, the person who was rumored to have grown up with Zhuang Qingliu and then parted ways.

The word Zhuheng was bestowed by a prestigious elder in the cultivation world, but she herself didn't seem to like it, so others rarely called her that way, but respectfully shouted: "Master Zhu."

It's a pity that the Palace Master Zhu is completely a princess, she ignored him at all, and just looked at Zhuang Qingliu's face back and forth.

She is such a person, known as paradoxical, often when she appears silently, you are completely uncertain whether she is going to help or disturb the situation, it is very inexplicable, but fortunately Changgeng Immortal Mansion is really powerful, and everyone used to not Dare to say anything, I dare not say it now, I am used to it, and I don't feel strange for a while.

After Zhuang Qingliu looked at her for a while, he looked away without saying a word, and looked down at the left shoulder that was shot. The wound was deep, and the blood that gushed out flowed down silently, and soon became smudged without saying hello. Halfway across the lake, they scatter very restrainedly, like beautiful glass floating flowers.

Quietly, the budding lotus flowers all over the lake began to grow taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, with curled leaves and buds, and then gradually bloomed one after another, layers of smudges spread, and soon filled the entire blue wave in front of everyone's eyes Sparkling Lake.

The surrounding voices suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere also stagnated strangely. The air was as quiet as a chicken being pressed to pause. It seemed that this monstrous phenomenon had brought them great fear.

Only Zhu Heng's expression remained the same, and after he glanced around indifferently, he fixed his eyes on Zhuang Qingliu, and said coldly: "What are you looking at? Bring the spirit-binding lock."

The Spirit Binding Lock is a high-grade fairy artifact of the Immortal Gate. As the name suggests, it is extremely difficult to forge. Anyone who is bound by it, no matter a demon or a human, will have their own spiritual power greatly restrained. At the same time, they will suffer from pain all the time, and it is extremely difficult to break free.

Although the monks of the Pei family heard her intention to intercept someone, after hesitating for a moment, they still offered the Qiankun bag, and then the ice blue fairy net blurted out, facing Zhuang Qingliu with the hood with great coercion.

Zhuang Qingliu raised his hand very quickly to grab the arrow on his shoulder, and was about to pull it out for the last try, when suddenly there was a very fast cracking sound in his ear—it was the wind!

Dozens of overlapping wind sounds in succession!

The coercion shrouded by the Spirit Binding Lock suddenly dissipated, and the spirit sword that had cut it into pieces also squeaked softly and returned to its sheath.

A gust of rain-like wind gently fell on the lotus leaves in front of him, and a clothes hem full of red cranes appeared in the gap between the lotus branches.

Come on, this is the plot of the protagonist.

Zhuang Qingliu blinked, she could only think of one person with this kind of clothes, because these lifelike spirit cranes are not ordinary, they can

"Mr. Duanzhu?" Someone on the shore shouted at this time.

The person in front of him didn't respond, Zhuang Qingliu felt that she bent over very lightly, and paused with one hand in the air for a long time before gently pushing away the lotus branch, looking over her without blinking.

Zhuang Qingliu's heart moved inexplicably, and he looked into her eyes instantly. This man's eyes were clear and moist, very soft, like the first rain in early spring.

Duanzhu Junmei Hualan, Duanzhu is her nickname, taking the gentleman's rules, and she still has the meaning of insight.

In recent years, the Meizhou Immortal Mansion has become more and more popular, and it has become friends with hundreds of immortal sects. The disciples in the sect are well-mannered and reserved, and the overall reputation is extremely worrying.In addition to not wanting to offend, ordinary people also have a sense of conviction and politeness when dealing with the Mei family.Moreover, it is in the boundary of Meizhou, so it is not surprising that Meihualan will suddenly appear.

So even though the situation was somewhat inexplicable, the person just now asked politely again: "Did Mr. Duanzhu intend to take her away?"

Zhu Heng's face darkened, and he watched with cold eyes.

Brother Pei immediately asked, "Then how do you plan to deal with it?"

Mei Hualan didn't answer right away, there was something inexplicable in her eyes that hadn't moved for a long time, and after moving silently for a while, she looked at Zhuang Qingliu and said, "Sword Refining."

Zhuang Qingliu: "...??"

This is the story of the maid!

The cultivator of the Pei family suspected that he had heard it wrong. It seemed that she was very surprised that she would say such a thing, and immediately he was surprised and suspicious: "Although Zhuang Qingliu has a blood relationship with the Mei family, and the blue lake is in the boundary of Meizhou, but my family Nothing about the young master..."

Zhuang Qingliu's ears suddenly went half-deaf: "..."

What blood feud? ?

Why does this Zhuang Qingliu have a grudge against everyone? ? ?

"Mr. Duanzhu." Zhu Heng, who had been watching coldly for a while, interrupted, and taunted in a very cold voice, "Even if it is a wild dog in the fairy hunt, it pays attention to first come and first come. Mr. Pei disappeared in your Meizhou boundary three days ago. I didn't see you when I was looking for someone, but now you suddenly appear, destroy Pei's spirit-binding lock without saying a word, and you have to stop someone halfway to go back to practice the sword, you really have a big face."

As soon as this remark came out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent for three octaves.

Zhuang Qingliu also frowned subconsciously. Now that there are hundreds of immortal sects, all of which are prosperous, the dispute between the family and the sect is secretly anxious.And Mei Hualan's personal character is also noble and dignified, she acts without fear and speaks out, and her reputation has always been quite good.It's just that she is used to being a loner, she lacks a bit of mellowness, she doesn't like to go to fair and elegant feasts, and she has been honored by many grand invitations from fairy sects, so people who like her have always respected her and hated her. People also sneered at her.

And Zhu Heng is obviously one of those "sneering noses". She is backed by the Changgeng Immortal Mansion, which is now the number one sect, and she has never been at odds with Meihualan. On the contrary, it is rare to have a direct conflict, and it is rare to make a clear statement today.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Qingliu glanced at the lake from afar.

Mei Hualan didn't pay attention to it, she didn't even look away, she just turned to the bleeding wound on Zhuang Qingliu's left shoulder, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it for a long time.

At the same time, a group of Meizhou disciples arrived one after another, with the wind in their clothes and the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Although they didn't quite understand what happened, the very young boy in the lead obviously heard Zhu Heng's disqualification just now, and was about to frown with a bad face and speak for Mei Hualan, when the person next to him stopped him slightly with his eyes , but secretly sent a voice transmission to Meihualan: "Mr. Duanzhu, many people are rushing over after hearing the sound. If you want to take people away first, you'd better not delay too long, so as not to cause twists and turns."

Mei Hualan looked away from Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder, and then gave Zhu Heng a deep look with no expression on her face.

The bow didn't budge, it was raised at some point, and the arrow pointed directly between her eyebrows.

The atmosphere began to be very inexplicably tense, and even Zhuang Qingliu couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

Suddenly, Mei Hualan stretched out her hand abruptly, and suddenly pressed it down lightly, and a crisp sound exploded in everyone's ears at the same time following her movement, as if an inexhaustible earth vein had sprung out of nothing under the entire lakeshore. After connecting into a line, a huge flame figure appeared!

This turned out to be a huge formation that had already been arranged.

Those inextricably linked veins seemed to be pulled out alive, and they erupted into the sky with a dazzling aura, sticking every rash person by the lake into a fish on the chopping board, and firmly trapped them in place.

Mei Hualan gently picked up Zhuang Qingliu amidst the shocking surprise that everyone hadn't reacted to, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Heng's face was ugly, but the plum blossoms moved too fast. They disappeared from a pile of flower branches as soon as they were swept away, just like a bit of mist that was about to disappear was gently blown away by the wind, leaving only a little bit of extreme. Light exotic fragrance.

Zhuang Qingliu: "...Huh?"

The good conduct is good, the behavior is moderate, and the etiquette is prudent?

What kind of big disqualification scene is this?