no one knows better than me

"Didn't I say that I was seven years old? What makes you very old?? How come you are very old???"

Zhuang Qingliu squinted at Mei Hualan: "And can our flower essence be the same as yours? What's wrong with six hundred years old? Six thousand years old is still very young."

Mei Hualan blinked suddenly: "Well, then you are getting younger and younger as you live."

"..." Without saying a word, Zhuang Qingliu rolled up his sleeves and released Du E.As soon as Du E flew out, he slid himself into the shape of a big saber in twos and threes, and rushed to Mei Hualan to hang over his head suddenly, making a gesture to chop her off——Scare!

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

At this moment, Zhuang Qingliu raised his hand and poked her between the eyebrows, pretending to say: "I will let Du E teach you a lesson this time, and next time I will say that I am very old, and I will never end with you."

Mei Hualan smiled subtly with eyelashes drooping in her heart, and then changed the topic and asked, "How about the matter you recently investigated?"

Speaking of this, Zhuang Qingliu's expression seemed to be a little put away, and his eyes fell on Mei Hualan's face and looked at her quietly.

Mei Hualan narrowed her eyes: "What's wrong? Is it something serious?"

Zhuang Qingliu said: "You actually guessed it all, right?"

Mei Hualan was silent for a while, and asked her calmly: "Mei Huaye's talent is mediocre, and his cultivation is mediocre. But my brother is very talented, and he has been beautiful since he was a child. So one of them suddenly disappeared in the past, and his aptitude changed. Poor; the other one suddenly changed its appearance and became infinitely more beautiful - in fact, it was because someone secretly exchanged all the spirit veins and spirit pills in their bodies, isn't that right?"

Zhuang Qingliu nodded at her, and said in a tone of deep meaning: "Not only Meihuaye. In recent decades, all the relatives and disciples of your Mei family have mediocre talents, and they are born like this , This is also an important reason why your home is gradually becoming empty."

And for such a huge and prominent sect, all the descendants are so shocking, how could they not think of a way.

So not only Mei Hualan, but also many mediocre descendants of the Mei family, no matter whether they belong to the main family or the branch family, have used this method to steal other people's talent and cultivation.

Mei Hualan asked in a low voice, "How many people are there?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't say the specific number, but said roughly: "A lot. What you see all day long, what you don't see, who come and go, from top to bottom, from the fairy mansion to the branches in the cities, all of them involved."

Mei Hualan's reaction was calmer than Zhuang Qingliu imagined, and she still asked, "How do they usually do it for so many years?"

Zhuang Qingliu said in a low voice: "Student."

Mei Hualan raised her eyes suddenly.

For a large sect like the Mei family, there are naturally a steady stream of casual cultivators who are in charge of and attached to under the sect, and there are many people with various talents.And whenever these people are targeted like Plum Blossom Day, they will be sent out to do things under the pretext of hunting or exorcising evil on weekdays, and then when they are replaced by some method, they will immediately die inexplicably. Died in exorcising evil.

It is also because of such careful cover-up and watertightness that no one has ever discovered or suspected the insidious things that the Mei family has done over the years.After all, the fact that the spiritual pulse can be exchanged is too unimaginable, and ordinary people would never think of it anyway.

So how exactly did they master this method, when did they start doing such a thing, and how many people died innocently because of this, it is hard to tell.

The entire Mei family was already filthy and riddled with holes.

Mei Hualan turned her head suddenly, and glanced at the quiet and undulating sea of ​​plum blossoms outside through the screened-in window. She didn't speak for a long time.

The Dazongmen, which looks bright and beautiful on the outside, actually has such a gully inside.I don't know if the ancestors of the Mei family who entered the Wulan Mountain with their own strength to prevent evil and eliminate evil for the world had the spirit in the sky, would they want to kill these sanctimonious descendants with their own hands.I don't know what Mei Zongci, who was obviously the young master of the Mei family's direct line back then, but left and handed over the clan to these people today, would think if there is a spirit in heaven.

All in all, although she has not been cultivated by the family much, Mei Hualan, who also bears this surname, thought for a while, then nodded with a natural attitude: "I see. I will tell my brother."

Now that we know this, we must find a way to save those who may die because of it.And all the people who have been involved in bloody hands must have an explanation.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly rolled up the picture of himself drawn by Meihualan, wrapped it around, and said, "Go to sleep quickly. It's very strange to change the spiritual veins and cultivation bases, and it's not something that can be done by ordinary people. There are still many doubts, I will ask Lan Lan again."

All of Mei Hualan's attention and eyes were already on the picture scroll that she snatched away: "..."

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Qingliu's figure had disappeared into the night in a flash, and his voice still fluttered quite naturally, "This young master is the one who drew the painting. Of course, the young master has the right to take it away."

"..."

The night outside was heavy with dew, and it seemed that the whistling north wind was gradually blowing, but the dream tide was still soft with light and shadow, and it was a bright and sunny day in spring.

Zhu Heng was carefully polishing the arrowhead of an arrow by the water, and after hearing Zhuang Qingliu's general account of the Mei family, his face was unabashedly filled with disgust, his arms were raised, and his eyes shone coldly. The tip of the arrow flew out sharply: "You are getting wider and wider, tell me, how are you going?"

Zhuang Qingliu leaned on the side pillar with his donkey's head wrong, and casually looked at the sky and said, "The Dachuanhou family has been in full swing these years, arrogant and reckless, and almost killed all the spirit beasts in the entire fairy land. And Meihuazhou has been in the past few years. Relying on my own qualifications and reputation, I gradually attracted a group of people willing to follow."

"?" Zhu Heng turned to look at her like a ghost.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered her head and tapped on the water surface, one by one ripples gently spread out from her fingertips: "This matter needs an opportunity, let me think about it again."

Zhu Heng glanced at her muttering, and suddenly said: "Qi Hu's illness has no cure, and it's only been a year or two."

After Zhuang Qingliu remained silent for a while, he lowered his eyelashes slightly, nodded and said, "Got it."

There are too many things that human beings cannot do in this world. Many things are indeed life and death, and wealth is in the sky.

After a heavy snowfall in curly hair, the whole Meizhou has entered a long winter.Because the matter of secretly changing the cultivation level of the direct children began to be interrupted by strange accidents one after another, the mentality of some people in power at the top of the Mei family began to be subtle, and gradually realized something, temporarily stopped this practice carefully, and turned to Stealthily began to track down whether someone secretly knew about it.

After Zhuang Qingliu tossed the delicious roasted sweet potatoes on the small stove, he suddenly tilted his body, and poked half of his head out from behind the plum blossoms: "Little ghost, why are you still writing to your brother at this time? The two of you If the inside story of this matter gets to their ears, you two will have a hard time walking around."

Mei Hualan turned to look at her face close at hand: "Are they looking into this matter?"

"You haven't practiced swords well, and you haven't learned spiritual skills well. What are you thinking about?" Zhuang Qingliu nodded her head, then swished the little note away from her hand, casually Throw it into the stove and burn it.However, the flame that ignited in an instant scorched two handfuls of Mei Hualan's loose long hair.

"?" Zhuang Qingliu immediately dusted her, sat up instantly and asked, "What's going on? Why are you wearing your hair and a headband again?"

Mei Hualan's eyelashes moved, she lowered her head and tied her hair a few times without seeming to care, and suddenly asked, "Does my hair look better with a drape, or do I look better with it?"

Zhuang Qingliu blinked at her inexplicably, and flicked her fingers bluntly: "What are you talking about? You stay at home all day, just to show it to someone?"

"..." Mei Hualan gave her a slight look as if she couldn't say anything, then picked up the small bubbling kettle, turned to the table to make a pot of scented tea, and said, "I lost my hair tie." "? Lost it? Another Lost it??" Zhuang Qingliu propped her chin meaningfully on the soft couch, and glanced at the back of the person hottering the teacup at the table.

This Mei, whose name is Pan Pan, is probably not a headband eater. Every time she wants to wear her hair, she deliberately pretends that she has lost her headband. During this time, she has lied to her several times.

"come over."

Zhuang Qingliu hooked her hands without tearing her through, pulled her in front of her, pulled out a silver hair band, and tied her around her ears deftly.In the end, I tapped Mei Hualan on the forehead: "If you lose it again this time, I will shave your head."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

From this day on, Young Master Zhuang, who had never paid a hairband again, was very satisfied with it.

It's just that it's snowing and cold, and the only thing Meizhou can eat in a day is cabbage, cabbage and cabbage.Mei Hualan wasn't a person who cared about his appetite, but Zhuang Qingliu cared about all kinds of delicacies, and couldn't eat a single meal, so he always ran out wrapped in a thick cloak.Among them, a kind of green carp that is only produced in Yeya Mountain in Changgeng Immortal Mansion has been extra liked by her because of its deliciousness in the world.

It's just that after halfway skating on the ice this time, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly felt something was wrong, looked back at Mei Hualan strangely, looked up and down, and said, "It's such a cold day, what are you wearing?"

Mei Hualan lowered her head and thought for a while before saying, "Long skirt."

Zhuang Qingliu: "?"

Mei Hualan seemed to observe her expression, but there was no expression on her face: "If you like... you can wear it too."

"?" Zhuang Qingliu stretched out her hand and gestured, "You have such a long skirt? What am I wearing, a short skirt?"

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly smiled, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "What's the matter, kid, you still want me to show you a short skirt?"

Mei Hualan didn't say anything, she just wanted to make things difficult for her inexplicably.So when I got home, I lowered my head and turned the grilled fish over and over again, and then my eyes burned, turning it into charcoal.

Zhuang Qingliu: "???"

Mei Hualan raised her eyes slowly and said, "It's burnt."

"?? Nonsense." Zhuang Qingliu jumped up from the recliner on the spot, and said in incredible shock, "You obviously burned it on purpose. What's the matter? What's the matter? I teach you spiritual arts just to make you Turn my grilled fish into charcoal!"

Mei Hualan seemed to look at her, then lowered her eyelashes, completely threw the charred fish into the stove and burned it.

"...?" Zhuang Qingliu didn't know what the hell it was. He watched the beautiful fish he had sacrificed to the stove, his heart stopped, and he raised his eyes and guessed, "What did I upset you? Could it be—— skirt?"

There seemed to be a light wave in Meihualan's clear eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll show you how to wear it?" Zhuang Qingliu turned his head and raised his hand to hook the beautiful skirt that Mei Hualan had replaced, and muttered haggardly, "What do you mean, the child has grown up? Is it all like this? Where did all the cuteness and obedience when I was a child—”

Mei Hualan listened, the light in her eyes flickered, she turned around calmly and took out a book from the bookshelf: "... Forget it."

Zhuang Qingliu pinched the skirt in front of her face with two fingers, and turned to look at her curiously, as if she didn't want to turn over the old score.

Mei Hualan seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally waiting for her for a while, seeing that she really threw the skirt away in disinterest, she completely turned around with the book on her back, and it was obvious that she didn't want to talk to the surname Zhuang anymore.

Zhuang Qingliu was a little surprised, she put her head together and said, "Are you losing your temper with me?"

Mei Hualan lowered her head and carefully flipped through the book: "...how could it be."

Zhuang Qingliu walked around her twice in a curious way, and suddenly found out: "Is this the scent of plum blossom and gardenia water on you?"

Mei Hualan's thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she looked up at her.

Zhuang Qingliu sniffed it closely, and said with great interest: "I really like the scent of flowers on you."

Mei Hualan held her breath a little inexplicably: "Hmm. Then?"

Zhuang Qingliu knelt down next to her, held her chin, blinked and said, "Then how did this happen? I want to make myself fragrant too!"

Mei Hualan looked back at the book instantly: "No more." After a while, she said casually, "If you like it, can't you just smell me?"

"..." It's impossible to say, Mei Panpan seems to be caught by something.

Zhuang Qingliu completely inexplicably looked up and down, looked around the room, looked outside, and finally rolled up the quilt, wrapped herself in bed and went to sleep in the morning.

Even if he was provoked like this inexplicably, this person didn't care about her at all.

Mei Hualan held the book and bowed her head without turning a single page. She sat silently by the table for a long time, until she heard a clear, steady and long breathing, then turned her head slightly and looked over to the bed.

She has always been a very sober person, so from a very young age, she knew that this person treated her very well and was different from others.Not like everyone else.Also from a very young age, she knew clearly that Zhuang Qingliu never showed any weakness in front of anyone because of her status.No, can't.

So her kindness, her fun, and her softness that she is often willing to show only in front of her, all make Mei Hualan's heart beat silently.

It's not that she didn't know when it started, but she knew exactly when it started, that indescribable and complicated heartbeat.

Even if you are calm and sober, you will still feel overwhelmed and confused.

Most importantly, the heartbeat that is difficult to sort out and overstep.

After sitting silently at the table for a long time, Mei Hualan slowly lowered her head, took out the jade-colored piccolo from her bosom, touched it, then pulled a sound-proof barrier, put the flute to her mouth and began to play.

Out of nowhere, goose-feather-like snowflakes swirled in the sky in the north wind.

Zhuang Qingliu quietly opened her eyelids, lay on her side on the bed and watched her listen for a long time before she suddenly said out of nowhere: "What are you preoccupied with? The sound is broken."

Mei Hualan's finger pressing on the flute hole stopped suddenly, turned her head and said: "You eavesdropped on me playing the flute."

"?" Zhuang Qingliu laughed immediately, warmly hugged the quilt up again, wrapped it round and said, "What are you relying on, isn't it you who want to blow it yourself?"

Mei Hualan lowered her head and put the flute back into her arms: "Oh."

Zhuang Qingliu leaned on the back of her hand, looked around her fair and bright side face, and asked, "What's going on recently? Can you tell me what's on your mind?"

Mei Hualan tilted her head to look deeply at her for a moment, and suddenly said in her heart, "I..." I have someone I like.

But the moment the words came to his lips, they inexplicably changed into: "I—my brother recently had someone he likes."

"??" Zhuang Qingliu blinked suddenly, and glanced at her with slightly raised eyelids.

what?What is "My brother recently had someone he likes"?

Could it be that this brat suddenly fell in love with... No, it's just someone he feels like.

After Zhuang Qingliu looked at her strangely and quietly, he suddenly couldn't lie down on the bed, and jumped up his upper body like lightning, and blurted out: "No, no. Who do you like? How old are you?! You haven't even reached adulthood, who do you want to like? And you haven't had much contact with anyone for so many years, how do you know what liking is? You still think about him all day long, you—"

She stopped abruptly at this point, inexplicably feeling that she was a little too excited.

This looks very old-fashioned.

So he took a breath, calmed down a bit,

"No." Zhuang Qingliu re-explained his point of view very gently, and then refused with the softest voice in his life, "How can you like someone at a young age, you are not allowed."

……

During this time, the look in Mei Hualan's eyes changed back and forth several times, she looked at Zhuang Qingliu's face motionlessly and said, "I'm talking about my brother."

"Nonsense. Use your brother as a scapegoat all day long."

Seeing that she was still talking back, Zhuang Qingliu couldn't sit still anymore, put on her pajamas and got out of bed, walked to Mei Hualan in two steps, bent down and looked at her: "Have you ever seen me lose my temper?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu looked into her eyes very seriously: "When I really lose my temper, it's scary. It's not the Du'er kind. So if you have any secret likings, don't allow it. At least not now."

Mei Hualan didn't know what felt wrong, looked at the face in front of her, leaned back on the chair and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Zhuang Qingliu was suddenly amused by her changing the subject: "What am I drinking? None of the liquor is really good. Didn't you just drink a little by yourself? Why are you still relying on me?"

After Mei Hualan looked into her eyes, she gently twitched her long and curly eyelashes, with an unrepentant look: "Oh."

Just as Zhuang Qingliu raised her hand angrily and slammed a red mark on her forehead, the light in her hand suddenly flashed hotly, and Zhu Heng's voice quickly rang out: "Where are you? people took it away!"