no one knows better than me

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the feathers on Mei Sigui's body were blown upside down.The plum trees all over the mountain swayed and made rustling sounds.

It was dark.

Meihuari came over, wrapped a thick cloak around her body, turned her head and looked down from the peak cliff, then looked up at the four barriers, and sighed softly: "It's late at night, it's cold. Go back Go to sleep, Sigui is going to freeze too."

He said that Luomei Sigui poked out a small head from Mei Hualan's arms: "Jiujiu."

Indicated that he was not cold and had to wait for Zhuang Qingliu.

Mei Hualan lifted a corner of the cloak, lowered her head and wrapped Mei Sigui up, saying: "I don't feel at peace."

After a while, he asked, "Is there any movement on Yu Chenyue's side?"

"No." Mei Huazhou said calmly, looking at the distant sky with his hands behind his back, "This matter needs to be discussed for a long time - the place has not yet been captured, and hundreds of schools have already begun to fight for the demarcation of the land, let alone if casual cultivators also join. It will be out of control, it will not be a day or two."

Mei Hualan was silent for a moment, looked up at the gray sky, and suddenly called softly: "Brother."

Mei Huazhou turned her head and saw her lightly touched the hilt of the sword beside her with her fingers, and said, "Sometimes, I want to kill those people—"

Mei Huazhou only felt something rising silently from her chest to the mid-air, not going up or down, she was speechless.

At this moment, Mei Hualan shook her head in an unclear mood, got up immediately, carried Mei Sigui down the mountain and went back to her room, saying: "You go to bed early too."

Plum Blossom nodded in a warm voice: "Okay."

After several months of arranging and repairing other places, the small yard of Meihualan was officially completed before the winter completely, and it was moved in from the temporary living place.

But the man didn't see it.

The night gradually deepened.

The moonlight was dim and dark under the cover of the dark clouds, and a figure whirled and fell from the sky without a sound, and turned to look.

The new plum garden in Plum Blossom Lane is a plum garden. All the paths meander among the trees. Zhuang Qingliu walked from the winding path to the depths of the plum sea. After pulling away the last section of plum branches, he saw the bright a night light.

Mei Hualan was half-sitting on the bed, leaning her head on her side, closing her eyes and recuperating, with a half-open book in hand.

There are two people in one house and one outside, the night is dark and cool, and the courtyard smells like flowers.Zhuang Qingliu just stood motionless by the window, watching her quietly for a long time.

The lanterns flickered silently, and after Mei Hualan fell asleep completely, the door rang softly.The candles in the room were dimly lit, and everything was silent. The person who entered the room silently stood by the bed, and the shadow under the gentle cage brought a real touch, like a shapeless hug.

After a long time, Zhuang Qingliu leaned over cautiously, closed her eyes and kissed the man on the bed lightly.

The quilt that Mei Sigui kicked out was pulled up again, the lanugo on the top of her head lay softly and docilely, the wind left the cabin, and the half-open windows were silently covered in the night.

"It's hard for you to fight against the crowd with one."

At the semi-dark table, Zhuang Qingliu calmly pushed a sealed piece of paper out of the table: "But you can stay behind the scenes. You don't have to worry about everything else, and don't worry about it."

The boy wearing a silver mask on the other side of the table lowered his head, slowly took a look at what she left behind, and said nothing.

Zhuang Qingliu's figure left like a breeze again, and after sitting on a tree outside, he turned his head and glanced to the side.

A round head poked out from behind a forked branch.

Zhuang Qingliu removed the bag in his hand and said, "Turn into human form."

A green snake that was poking around and trying to steal her food shook its tail and turned into a young woman.OK.

Zhuang Qingliu looked from bottom to top, and said, "Say a few words."

Snake: "Hiss."

Zhuang Qingliu: "People don't talk like that."

Snake: "Zizi."

"...Okay." Zhuang Qingliu looked up, then moved his hand to the side, and fed it the most eaten candied fruit in the past, "There is no time. That's it."

It was dawn.

After Mei Hualan woke up slowly, she closed her eyes for a while, then turned her head as usual, and re-wrapped Mei Sigui who was swaying beside her.Then she put on her clothes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After taking two steps, her eyes suddenly fell on the window and stopped, staring at the pushed marks for a long time.Immediately, he turned his head and started to patrol the house at high speed.

There is a brand new sword on the black wooden round table in the center, and there is a note under the sword: "May I be able to cut a few red plums together when it snows."

Mei Hualan put on her clothes suddenly, grabbed her sword and opened the door.

The bell of Chang Geng's Immortal Mansion rang, and in the wooden house where the sandalwood was wafting, Zhuang Qingliu lightly pressed something on the side of the table, and said to the old man in fine clothes behind him, "Thank you."

After looking at the topographic map marked with small circles through the back of the paper, the old Taoist Ran Deng sighed softly: "Why don't you give it to her yourself?"

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell on the paper: "She has an arrogant personality, and she won't bend her waist unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Oh." Old Daoist Dieng Deng sat cross-legged on the futon, "Okay, I promise you."

Zhuang Qingliu nodded, turned around and walked out the door.Behind her was a piercing gaze that seemed to pass through her vest, and finally asked, "Why didn't you tell her?"

Zhuang Qingliu opened the door, and did not stop walking towards the morning light: "It's not necessary. Whether she knows it or not doesn't affect anything."

Daylight fell.

The same bells sounded from all over the entire Immortal Continent, and countless monks got up and dressed, and rushed to the things they had to do all day.The suzerains of various sects also finished their breakfast one after another, and began to prepare for the day-to-day work.

- Squeak.

Just as the hollow carved wooden door was slowly opened, a piece of blue-gray clothes was about to step out of the threshold, when something flashed in front of his eyes, and the moon-white scimitar came out of its sheath in response, piercing the throat of the person who was going out like lightning.

There was a sound of "啪——!", and the crumbling corpse hadn't completely fallen down yet.Zhuang Qingliu's figure disappeared in an instant, and appeared in another dark bedroom. All the door frames and wooden cabinets around were carved with a special kind of pomegranate flower.

After bowing his head and buckling his belt, the suzerain of the Yu clan of Longchuan raised his head suddenly due to the thunder outside the window, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he reached out his hand like lightning to touch the saber hanging by the bedside.

"Crack!"

The expressionless ghost stepped up into the air, and fell down the moment his hand touched the hilt of the sword. His legs twisted on his shoulders suddenly, and his neck broke.

"--what!"

"Killed! Killed... Zhuang Qingliu killed—!"

The long scream finally shattered the surrounding fields, and the snowflake-like message floated to all the fairy gates and fairy mansions who had turned against Yu Chenyue at the same time.

The patriarch of the Xiyang Yu clan, whose clothes were already soaked in sweat, held the sword tightly in both hands. Before he could react from the stiffness, a long light golden rope had already passed around the guards surrounded by layers, and it was wrapped quietly from behind, and it was fierce in an instant. Die strangled his neck.

"—Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The sun was slowly rising, but the horrific and biting chill spread rapidly across the entire Immortal Continent.I don't know how many suzerains who participated in the conspiracy fell, and a hem of clothes with plum petals tumbling down quickly fell, and he drew his sword and said, "Where is she?!"

"Ahhh..." A group of people in the huge open space cried bitterly, "Mei, Mei... You are a step late, she just left!"

The figure of Mei Hualan holding the sword tightly flew away in an instant.

Located in the secret room of the Jinyang Immortal Mansion in Wanzhou, at this moment, the suzerain elders of more than 30 small sects in the southern border of Xianlu gathered together.These hundreds of sects advance and retreat together on major issues on weekdays, but in private they are divided according to geographical boundaries, and there are many closer alliance secret groups.

The person sitting high on the eaves of the roof glanced out of the corner of his eyes, saw them standing back to back in a circle and gave a low laugh, and then the fierce wind flashed by, and the people on the roof appeared in the encirclement in an instant, causing an uproar. With a slap on the table, the exquisite jug that was on the table for a banquet a moment ago shook in the air, shattered suddenly, and splashed all over the floor.

The scalding and jumping flames swirled from the ground in an instant, and the violent tumbling smoke filled the room, and all the people were nailed to the spot and licked to ashes.

"Set up formation, enchantment—!"

"Set up a sword formation for me!! Quick, quick, move fast!

On the wide square of Guangling Benxi, dense crowds of monks surged and outflanked at extreme speed. The outermost layer bowed and set arrows, the middle layer was full of sound cultivators, and the inner layer was full of elite sword cultivator disciples.However, as soon as the figures that suddenly appeared from under the huge sun raised their hands, a huge spiritual net suddenly shot up from under the feet of these people, overflowing with dazzling and explosive spiritual light.

Zhuang Qingliu yelled loudly: "Take it!"

In an instant, the dozens of people who were also conspiring here were all twisted into pieces with their swords, and the blood mist filled the sky terrifyingly.

The people who hadn't landed and stood turned around and disappeared without looking back, and the people who were a step too late landed silently on the edge of the square, looking at the corpses everywhere, with indescribable pain flashing in their eyes.

All the little sect masters were not spared, and the shadow of death had just been drawn away, and it landed forcefully with a disparity in victory.

In Shangzi Pei's Immortal Mansion, Pei Qi, who was sitting upright in front of the desk, did not see the shadow of the scimitar. Zhuang Qingliu grabbed the back of his neck and took away Pei She, who participated in the conspiracy on his behalf. .

Before the barrier of the enchantment flashed, a figure silently appeared in the middle of the way to block it—Pei Yi.

Zhuang Qingliu paused and looked at his face.Pei Yi's already obvious Adam's apple rolled, but his hands moved very calmly and took out a piece of paper, stood under the light, stretched his hands and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you write this?"

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell on it.That was a word she had written when Pei Yi was begging for it when she was still in Gumengchao - it was "and".

Seeing that she hadn't spoken, Pei Yi's lips were resolutely pursed into a straight line, holding the words and repeating in a low voice: "You wrote this back then, but now you have to do it?"

"Hahaha." The corner of Zhuang Qingliu's mouth curled silently, "Do you have to do this? Are you asking me?"

Seeing her light and airy posture, Pei Yi's eyes flashed unspeakable disappointment, and asked in a hoarse voice, "I treat you with sincerity, how much sincerity have you given us all this time?"

The sun fell on the body, but it couldn't bring the slightest warmth.It's really winter.

Zhuang Qingliu smiled from the corners of her eyebrows and eyes: "I have never given you my sincerity." After saying this, her figure flicked past Pei Yi, and walked away without stopping, "I have no sincerity."

The next one is Stepping Immortal Peak of Chang Gung Immortal Mansion.

The sky was gloomy and boundless, and even the warm light and shadow of love were gone.Zhuang Qingliu stared at Ji Wuduan's face: "Are you also here to tell me the truth?"

Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, Ji Wudu moved his mouth and said: "I was in charge of the peripheral guards for the annual banquet held here a few years ago, and I also heard it secretly."

Those rumors of duplicity, those words that the human race is declining in the open, and is about to die, and the spiritual energy is declining in secret, and the lifespan is shortening.

This is the face of these immortal people.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly glanced at him: "You are so courageous. Let Yu Chenyue know, do you think he will let you?"

Ji Wuduan held the sword in his hand and narrowed his eyes: "I'm not afraid of him."

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at him, and warned in a low voice: "Pinch your mouth tightly. Not only now, but also in the future—you can live well if you squeeze your mouth tightly." After speaking, she was about to leave.

Ji Wudu suddenly asked, "Why didn't you get rid of him earlier?"

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at the top of his head with a flat face: "Because he is just an instigator, and people who can be incited have this idea in their hearts, it's the same."

Although she didn't respond to some words that came out of Zhuang Huang's mouth, it was right not to hinder her.

What else did Ji Wudu want to say, Zhuang Qingliu's figure had already started to disappear in the void.In a hurry, he only had time to blurt out: "...I am already the young suzerain."

There may be too many words that have never had time to say, and meanings that have never had the opportunity to express are hidden in these few words. Zhuang Qingliu, who has melted into the void, finally turned to look at him: "Okay."

The sound of the wind echoed across Yun Dian, one hand suddenly grabbed the air, and said: "Zhuang Zhu!"

Ji Wuduan, who was still standing there, looked at Mei Hualan with his eyes, and after hearing the name in his ears, several complicated and weird expressions flashed across his face, and finally all turned into silent sadness.

"What do you mean by chasing after her all the time?" Ji Wuduan asked Mei Hualan.

Mei Hualan turned her head and glanced at her in mid-air, she held the sword and did not speak.

Ji Wudu stared at her: "Your attitude is ambiguous, and you have already received great criticism. Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Mei Hualan didn't even look at her this time, and left directly by sweeping the sword.

In front of the Lantai of the Lingbilan Clan, a simple woman with a zither was flying and standing on top of a waterfall hanging upside down, as if standing in the middle of the water, playing the clanging tune with a calm face, showing no fear .

Zhuang Qingliu sat on the rainbow bow refracted by the light and shadow and listened to the song quietly, then raised her hand to stroke her piano in two sections, and grabbed the person to get up.

Lan Song held the sword in both hands, and stood in front of him relentlessly.

"A Song, get out of the way, this matter has nothing to do with you." Lan Zongzhu's voice was unusually calm, and his thoughts were clear.

——From ancient times to the present, when careerists are preparing to rebel and have not yet begun to make extensive plans to respond to the general's orders, those "knives" that are not stained with blood are still innocent.But once all the knives were put on the table, the one who was about to die was not alone.

Lan Song still didn't move slightly, slowly raised his sword, pointing the tip of the sword straight at Zhuang Qingliu's eyes.

Zhuang Qingliu turned his gaze to his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Have you made up your mind to do this? If you make up your mind, how many more people will be involved? With your sword, are you sure you can bear the consequences?"

Lan Song paused every word: "Don't you owe me?"

After Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell on his innocent and illusory face for a while, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed: "Don't talk about you. I haven't owed even a single flower or plant in this world."

The corners of her mouth were naturally raised, and she may have never smiled like this before.Now when it is hooked up like this, there is a bit of inexplicable meaning, as if Lan Song died in front of her immediately, and she would not shake her at all.

Nothing in this world can shake her.There is neither here.

--boom!After throwing Lan Song into the damp rock wall, Zhuang Qingliu left here in a flash.

Before her figure fully appeared in Deng Linyu's Immortal Mansion, a stern light brushed her arm and swirled out.Looking down, half of the left arm and a little bit of flesh and blood flying outside the cuff were cut off together.

The one who cut out this light and shadow was Yu Chenyue himself who was surrounded in the center of the steps of the hall.At this moment, elite direct disciples were already surrounded around him, as if he had formed a unique phalanx of the family.

However, everyone's sword-holding hands seemed to be shaking because they were clenched too tightly.

Zhuang Qing Liucao glanced at it briefly, then looked away indifferently, lowered her head and wiped the blood on her arm casually.The next moment, the wound that had turned up had already begun to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was terrified, and their whole body, including their legs, trembled even more.Standing on the steps, Yu Chenyue raised his sleeves, and he threw them away from both sides.

Zhuang Qingliu looked at his calm eyes, put his hand on the handle of the knife and laughed: "What's the matter, you thought there would be a big battle, didn't you?"

Yu Chenyue's eyes met hers for a short while, then he suddenly retracted slightly and did not speak.

Zhuang Qingliu has always been like this.It won't touch you until it is completely destroyed, but as long as it moves, everything will be liquidated together.

He didn't smile, and there was no extra calm or discoloration when something happened. Zhuang Qingliu fixed his eyes on this unusually emotional face for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, Du'e in her hand jumped out flexibly, and disappeared in place without much delay.

Mei Hualan, who came after her at the last step, completely lost her trace.

And in the ancient dream tide thousands of miles away, groups of animals are running hot and galloping, a moving carpet of fire spreads on the horizon, and large tracts of plants are burning in the flames, illuminating the mountains behind them brilliantly As for the golden red, the tongues of flames all over the mountains and plains are billowing, scorching waves are soaring, and the fire seems to spread from the sky, burning up the mountains and rivers.

All the souls flew away brilliantly like sparks.

So Dreamtide became an island of fire dying in ashes.

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