no one knows better than me

As soon as Zhuang Qingliu's words fell, Mei Hualan knew what she was talking about, and suddenly raised her eyes: "His cultivation has increased a lot?"

Similarly, as soon as Mei Hualan opened her mouth, Zhuang Qingliu understood that she didn't know about it.After thinking about it carefully, Mei Hualan said in a low voice, "I haven't seen him in the past few years."

Under normal circumstances, the Mei Family’s Night Banquet and Immortal Banquet is not part of the Mei Hua Lane. The Mei Family’s Immortal Mansion is so big that the suzerain usually doesn’t see it as soon as he wants to. Mei Huazhou's loss of cultivation is related, so it is normal for him to avoid the Mei brothers and sisters on purpose in the past few years, so as not to be seen by them.

Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, and then said: "Three years have passed since this matter, and now it is not easy to find out where to start, so let's do this for now, and I will pay more attention to it later. But you and your brother, from now on, the same clan People of the same clan should not be too sincere, pay more attention, and you can find an opportunity to send a message to him."

Mei Hualan lowered her eyelashes, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Don't frown your eyebrows together, like a little old man. Smile more, how cute are the little dimples." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly raised her hand and pulled her face, and then sat by the bird's stream and kicked her After dipping into the water twice, he said casually, "About the Daoist Randeng of Changgeng Immortal Mansion here, and the mountain monk of Deng Linyu's clan, do you know them?"

Mei Hualan turned to look at her and said, "Know a little bit."

Zhuang Qingliu blinked at her and nodded, motioning for her to say, "Huh?"

Mei Hualan casually said: "Deng Daoist is the founding ancestor of the Changgeng Immortal Mansion, and Zhenshan Monk is a retainer of the Yu family. Both of them are over five hundred years old. They have retreated for hundreds of years and never show up again. They are disciples of the same family, and very few people have seen them now. The two of them are the most powerful powers in the world, but it is said that they have a sworn feud, so Changgeng Immortal Mansion and Deng Linyu have always been at odds with each other. .”

Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyebrows suddenly: "Do they have a sworn feud?"

"En." Mei Hualan nodded and said, "Although no one can tell their exact ages, I heard that one of these two was born on Buddha's birthday and the other was born on the Ghost Festival of the Central Plains, so they are related in terms of fate. They were against each other, and they became enemies early on."

Zhuang Qingliu groaned for a long time, thought for a while and asked: "I don't think it's written in your Zangshuge's history volume, how do you know?"

Mei Hualan said: "I also heard from some elders who don't talk nonsense, and it is not recorded in the book."

Zhuang Qingliu asked with interest: "Why isn't it recorded in the book?"

Mei Hualan truthfully said: "Because they are still alive."

"...Hahaha, good." After all, Zhuang Qingliu is just a flower essence, and he is still not very familiar with some things about the human race, so he didn't ask any more questions. Pipe the flute and said frighteningly, "I recently learned a new Liushui ditty from Lan Song, and I'll play it for you."

"..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mei Hualan's back was visibly stiff. After hesitating and turning her head, she suddenly reached out and swished the flute away from Zhuang Qingliu's hand.

"?"

Facing Zhuang Qingliu's eyes full of dissatisfaction, Mei Hualan put away the "ear killing weapon" and said perfunctorily, "Next time."

"Next time is the next time, so why did you confiscate my flute?" Zhuang Qingliu immediately glanced at her, "Little devil, that's mine."

Mei Hualan pretended not to hear, changed the subject nonchalantly, and said, "I'm almost sixteen, I'm not a brat anymore."

Zhuang Qingliu blinked suddenly, feeling a little subtle and uncertain in her heart - she felt that "little ghost" was just a casual name, but it would be both familiar and close, with a vague sense of love, so she was always very fond of it. like.But for Mei Hualan, could it be that she doesn't like being called that when she grows up?

But thinking about it, she, a hundred-year-old flower spirit who has never been hurt by anyone, quite likes being yelled at.

After blinking and pondering for a while, Zhuang Qingliu smiled and said, "Then it's the other way around and you call me a brat?"

"..."

A very subtle and strange feeling quietly rose in Mei Hualan's heart. After looking at Zhuang Qingliu's face for a while, she bleated out of nowhere and said, "Little devil."

Zhuang Qingliu nodded immediately: "Yeah." Then leaned closer to her upper body crookedly, "I want to pat the kid's head and buy delicious food."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu deliberately smiled with half of his head on his head: "What's the matter? Am I not your kid when you say you want to buy food?"

Mei Hualan didn't know whether it was because of her blurting out or because of Zhuang Qingliu's words, her two little ears suddenly turned a little pink. After quietly lowering her head, she took out a small purse from her sleeve and put it directly in Zhuang Qingliu's mouth. palm.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly laughed, sat up straight and weighed her purse, and said happily: "Have you been rich these few years?"

"Well, sometimes I go down the mountain to do errands, and I saved some." Mei Hualan saw the corners of her mouth and eyes curled up, and her mood improved accordingly, and added, "Not only these, but also many more. I will buy them all for you." delicious."

Zhuang Qingliu then quickly pulled her away in high spirits, and traveled all over the world: first he bought fried peas and jujubes in the Mei family's area, and then went to the Shangzi Pei's area to buy grapes, fried meat buns and a bunch of vegetables. Plant poplar radishes; then go to Lingbilan's to buy delicious big peaches; then go to Changgeng Immortal Mansion to buy candied fruit; Returning with a full load, I ran back after spending a bag full of money.

The feeling of someone spending money to buy things for herself is not easy to describe for Zhuang Qingliu, but it always makes people feel very comfortable.This is not the same as buying for yourself.

The two of them sat on the bright and crystal-clear Feiquan boulders and washed and ate the things they bought. Each of them had a small basket on their knees. Mei Hualan was not very keen on these foods since she was a child. I like to pick and choose in a full basket, so I give her my own quietly.

Zhuang Qingliu's flying island can not only poke in the sky above the Meijia Xianfu statically, but it can actually move, so at this moment, with her happy mood, she began to float around in mid-air, moving left and right , It seems that wherever the air is good, go there.

And the fine spring beads that swirled and flew down also quickly reflected the gorgeous and graceful rainbow colors under the sunlight. Mei Hualan was looking up quietly, when Zhuang Qingliu who was next to him suddenly said: "Pan Pan, give the young master a grape."

"..." Mei Hualan didn't know whether it was because of this natural new address, or because Zhuang Qingliu asked her to feed the grapes, she gently withdrew her gaze, and turned to look at her.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't raise her head, and was playing with a can of freshly reheated maltose with interest, her side eyelashes and crow's feathers drooped down, the roots were distinct, soft and slightly curled up: "I'm making a little doll for you, aren't I?" ? Hands are not clean, and I can’t free them.”

Mei Hualan watched her silently for a while, then stretched out her hand silently, and naturally pinched a crystal clear grape and handed it to her mouth.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly took it away and ate it, and then ordered in a good mood: "Fried peas."

Mei Hualan picked up the biggest and plump pea and fed it to her.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly said happily one after another: "Carrots, break them into small pieces for me; jujubes, remove the core inside; peaches, don't need the skins."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

After waiting for an afternoon like this, Young Master Zhuang finally finished her masterpiece. After admiring it in circles under the light with great satisfaction, she raised her eyebrows triumphantly and said, "How is it? Did I do it well? "

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on the little man who was "sitting side by side, using the ferry rope to turn over flowers", and soon the corners of his eyes twitched because of the ubiquitous twitching, and looked at Zhuang Qingliu's " I have a new understanding of my accomplishments and talents in "art skills".But still nodded, very contrary to his will: "Very good."

Zhuang Qingliu then added a layer of gorgeous protective aura to her ugly work, and shamelessly placed it on the most conspicuous table in the room.

Meihualan was not ugly for a few days by such a thing—because Meihuaye’s mother and son might be unhappy seeing her living on the flying island above her every day, so she quickly dispatched Meihualan to the southernmost place in Meizhou. Wulan City went to deal with the evil spirits.

Zhuang Qingliu rolled his eyes without saying a word because of the two people's hearts and minds, and at the same time he made a note of them in his heart, which increased the length of the mother and son's nightmare.

Mei Hualan couldn't sleep well, and neither could the two of them.

However, because Zhuheng had reached a bottleneck in his cultivation recently, Zhuang Qingliu stayed in Gumengchao to help her get through it for a month, and then he couldn't rest for a moment and dragged people to find Mei Hualan.

It is midsummer now, most places in Meizhou are raining heavily, and the climate is humid and sultry.When Zhuang Qingliu saw someone in the residence of the Mei family in Wulan City, he found that Mei Hualan was drenched by the heavy rain, her hair was dripping wet on the floor, and there were dark red blood oozing from many places on her body. , the whole person looked very embarrassed, and was bandaging the wound in front of the table without saying a word.

Zhuang Qingliu paused suddenly when he was about to push the door, and just stood quietly in the dark, holding Zhu Heng to prevent him from going up.He also deliberately turned his hands away so that she would not see the distressed appearance of the people in the house.

Zhu Heng folded his arms against the wall coldly, and rolled his eyes at her.

In the house, Mei Hualan lowered her head in the shadow of the candle, wrapping the gauze on herself silently and calmly, her movements were slow and deliberate.Looking at such movements, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly felt that this little boy was very similar to Qi Hu, the kind who didn't care much about his body.

At this moment, Mei Hualan seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised her eyes to look over. When she saw Zhuang Qingliu through the gap in the wooden door, her eyes moved slightly.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly pushed the door open and went in, patted her on the head rudely, and passed a few bottles of good medicine from Zhu Heng, and asked with a bow, "What's the matter with you? Your family is only going out to deal with evil spirits. Are you alone? Why are you injured so badly?"

"It's just that there are many wounds, but not many." Mei Hualan reached out to take her medicine bottle, but put it aside to no avail, "And I'm not the only one. During this period of time, many disciples of the Mei family have died due to evil spirits. .”

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly asked in surprise: "A lot of people died? What kind of evil? Is it very powerful?"

Mei Hualan shook her head: "It's not a very powerful water monster plague corpse, but there are many of them everywhere. And those disciples will die because the aura of heaven and earth has become thinner and disintegrated in recent years, and many people's cultivation base and spiritual power have gradually weakened." But not enough, so more and more people died when going out to get rid of evil spirits."

In the past, when the heaven and earth were full of aura, there were actually living beings everywhere here, and where there were many spiritual things, evil spirits would naturally retreat away from the few.That is to say, now one is ebbing and the other is ebbing and flowing, many places have changed from a place of auspiciousness to a place where evil breeds due to the loss of aura, and people's cultivation has generally declined, making it more and more impossible to cope.

This matter seemed to be very important, and Zhuang Qingliu began to think about it vaguely after he knew it.

Zhu Heng was not interested in anything outside at all, but when he passed by the jade corridor by the lake, he saw Zhuang Qingliu lying on his back on the water, his hands were like kelp, grabbing back and forth in mid-air.

She couldn't help but stop and ask, "...what are you doing?"

Zhuang Qingliu looked up at her with her eyelids upside down, squeezed the air between her paws and suddenly asked: "Lan Lan, what do you think spiritual energy is?"

Zhu Heng glanced at her coldly, and walked away without looking back as if she thought she was annoying.

Zhuang Qingliu, however, was not distracted by her gaze, and he didn't have a thoughtful heart. After that, he disappeared for a while, and seemed to be nestled in some corner again, tinkering with something.

Zhu Heng didn't care about her at first, and didn't bother to care about her, but suddenly one day, he received bad news...and inexplicably went to kneel on the thorn bush in the center of the island as punishment.

She put away her bow and turned around with a blank expression, walked all the way to the thorn bushes and knelt down straight before turning her head coldly: "What are you doing again?"

Zhuang Qingliu also seemed to be very speechless, rubbing his knees in a crooked manner, and moved closer to the side, finally sneaked closer to Zhuheng, and then whispered to her: "You may not believe it, I recently found that the altar on our island It seems that there is more than one floor of the hall, but it seems that there is something buried under the ground, so I just sneaked in and knocked the floor of the altar away."

……

The cold wind in Zhu Heng's eyes couldn't be looked at for a moment, and his expression seemed to want to lift her skull.