no one knows better than me

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on the light and shadow in mid-air, and she realized something instantly.In fact, she had never seen Duan Bin's face before, every time she saw it, Duan Bin's face was either covered with blood-red ginseng lines, or it had been disfigured and put on a mask.So when she first saw that female ghost, she didn't think of it at all.

Zhu Heng sat on the chair, raised his head and frowned and asked, "Where did you bring this female ghost?"

"What do you mean?" Mei Xiaohan, who was striding towards the door to find Duan Bin's whereabouts, turned around and asked, "You already know why he let that female ghost go?"

Zhu Heng saw that she was indeed out of the situation, and explained concisely: "Mother and son."

Mei Xiaohan immediately opened his mouth and let out an "ah", and blurted out: "Is this why he keeps wearing a mask? Who the hell is he?!"

"No. He keeps wearing a mask because he has no face."

Zhuang Qingliu was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes in the shadow under the tree and asked Mei Xiaohan: "As for who he is, I don't know yet—what happened to the turret in the memory illusion of the female ghost?"

"There have been too many things in the past six months. I always thought that this matter was not important, and I haven't had time yet!" Mei Xiaohan started running again, "I'd better order to find..."

"There's no need to look for it." Zhuang Qingliu sat under the tree and said nothing, "He was found secretly. He is no longer here."

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on her side face, she didn't say anything, she just turned to look at Mei Xiaohan.Mei Xiaohan had no choice but to give a few instructions first, everything in the Immortal Mansion is as usual, there is no need to rush, and continue to strengthen the patrol around Lingshan.

Zhuang Qingliu turned to look at Zhu Heng and asked calmly, "Where has she been all these years?"

Zhu Heng immediately raised his eyes: "Who?"

"Who are you talking about? Who else is there?" Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her, and two words clearly appeared in the depths of his eyes - Guiyao.

Zhu Heng was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't know."

Zhuang Qingliu immediately narrowed her eyes slightly at her, Zhu Heng still whispered: "You were..."

"I didn't include her at the beginning because the two of us had a secret conversation, and she told me that I would not interfere with the gang." Zhuang Qingliu's eyes were dark and she spoke slowly, "But in the past 20 years, she disappeared. gone?"

"I don't know what's going on." Zhu Heng's face was very bad, and he looked at her deeply, "For the past 20 years, Gu Mengchao has also been sealed by you and cannot be opened."

Before his death, Zhuang Qingliu put up an enchantment to seal Gumengchao, because he couldn't let the fierce wraiths that were released into the air jump out freely, so he trapped them inside and attracted the thunder to strike.But she knew very well whether Guiyao was in it or not—she wasn't there when Gumengchao was on fire.

So what's going on in all this?How did she disappear, where did she go?What role did she play in what happened 20 years ago and in the past 20 years?The most important thing is the "Shenshan Monk" who is still living behind the scenes and making troubles. Is it because Zhuang Huang is not dead or is she?

Zhu Heng sat quietly under the shade of a tree, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart: Although she had lived with the island for hundreds of years, and even though Gui Yao was her master, since she was a child, she never knew where Gui Yao came from, and she never knew where Gui Yao came from. Who is she, her past, her background, and what is her relationship with Zhuang Huang.

Everything seems out of order.It's like a mess without a clue.

And the most important thing now is to confirm who this "mountain town monk" is?

Zhuang Qingliu pressed deeply between his eyebrows and stood up from under the tree, as if he wanted to go out.But before she could stand up completely, she suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell on the spot.

"--chirp!"

Mei Sigui, who had been held in her arms all this time, was taken aback. In an instant, she flew her wings and turned over quickly, ready to pick up Zhuang Qingliu.At this moment, there was a flash of figures nearby, and Mei Hualan stretched out her hand to take them all into her arms.

Mei Xiaohan immediately approached with a few quick steps, pushed Zhuang Qingliu onto the stool, and reprimanded him severely: "Senior Zhuang, I told you that you are still very weak now, right?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Mei Sigui Douyan asked Zhuang Qingliu seriously, "Jiujiu?" Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help lowering his head and kissing it, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"No. Senior Zhuang, you have something to do, and you are very imaginary." Mei Xiaohan seriously flipped his hands out, and forcibly poked a Dabu pill or something in front of her, and then asked, "So the silk thread on your body before What the hell is it? Have you pulled it out?"

Speaking of this matter, Zhu Heng's originally expressionless expression seemed to add a little shadow.She knows this kind of silk thread and can pull it out, all of which she learned from Gui Yao.But the most important thing is that Guiyao didn't tell it what it was at the time. Now that I think of that picture, it seems that she would learn this at the beginning... It was a deliberate preparation and design.

On the contrary, after Zhuang Qingliu thought about it, he smiled at Mei and said coldly: "It's not something mysterious, but it may be difficult for me to explain, and it is also difficult for you to understand. Just think of it as a kind of thread for sewing clothes, because I It fell apart and scattered very small before, so it has engulfed me and repaired it for so many years, and it will also limit my spiritual power."

Mei Xiaohan unexpectedly grabbed something and quickly asked: "Someone doesn't want you to die, but they don't want you to recover your spiritual power?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the darkness on Zhu Heng's face became more obvious.

Zhuang Qingliu took the Dabu pill in one gulp, and didn't answer any more, but changed the subject and said, "How are Ji Wuduan and Changgeng Immortal Mansion doing now?"

Mei Xiaohan didn't know much about many things, and could only keenly feel that there was something unusual in the atmosphere. Hearing the words, he replied quickly and fluently: "Sect Master Ji returned to the sect for the time being, and it should be because there is no restraint. People can tell whether he is guilty or not, because most importantly, Palace Master Zhu has also disappeared in recent days."

Zhu Heng glanced at her slightly, Mei Xiaohan also looked at her, and continued: "The matter of Changgeng's Immortal Mansion is different from what happened in Pei's and Lan's back then, because it is not limited to the Xianmen. , but it involves ordinary people, so now the three hundred cities of Changgeng Immortal Mansion and even the whole world are in an uproar, and there is a pot of porridge everywhere, affecting the entire Immortal Gate. , and then the situation began to get a little out of hand. Therefore, the Baijia of Xianmen can only temporarily join forces urgently to appease the people together, and Hua Zhou is also busy outside helping out these days, so I didn't come to see you."

First came the immortal sect, and then the common people. If such a connection happened, one can imagine how many troubles could be caused by just pushing behind the scenes with the will.Up to now, an indescribable strange cloud finally filled the air.

After a while, Zhuang Qingliu lowered his eyes and asked thoughtfully: "How is Taohuayuan now?"

Mei Xiaohan said: "It has been sealed temporarily, and there are people from Baijiadu to guard outside."

Seal it up?Guard?Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyebrows suddenly: "?"

Mei Xiaohan explained to her bluntly: "Because logically, the entire Baling there is the boundary of the Changgeng Immortal Mansion, but now the entire sect of the Changgeng Immortal Mansion has collapsed, so all the sects of the Immortal Sect have secretly emerged. Some tacit thoughts - they all want the white jade clam inside. But because you have been missing recently, so they dare not act rashly."

After hearing this, Zhuang Qingliu propped her forehead, laughed a few times without saying anything, then shook her head, raised her eyes and said to Zhu Heng, "Aren't you going back to take care of things?"

Ji Wuduan is just a pawn being used, and now he is used up, no one cares what happens to him.But when Zhu Heng goes back, he will at least be released. As for what Chang Geng Immortal Mansion will do now, that is the business of the two of them.

Zhu Heng looked upset but looked at the sky for a long time without saying a word, got up and asked Zhuang Qingliu suddenly: "What are you going to do?"

Zhuang Qingliu leaned on the back of her chair and looked at her, and suddenly laughed in her heart——Zhu Heng, she is born to be the kind of person who is difficult to have emotions about everything around her, and is very tired of entering the world. The clansmen seldom deal with each other. To use an accurate word, it is a "dead house".Unexpectedly, since he sought help from the old Taoist Randeng 20 years ago, he became the "Palace Master" intentionally or unintentionally, and was forced to open for business one day.

After smiling from her heart to her face, she casually glanced at the bare osmanthus branches on top of her head, waved her arms like seaweed and said in a very low tone: "I don't plan to do anything, I'm weak now, at least I have to eat a lot of food." Bu Wan lay on the bed for a few days, and the mess outside has nothing to do with me."

"..." Zhu Heng repeated, "It has nothing to do with you?"

Zhuang Qingliu's frail hands continued to dance in the air, and he looked at the sky with a short chuckle: "Then what else, do I have the savior written on my forehead, or is my fate full of hard work?"

Zhu Heng said coldly and condescendingly: "Then what were you doing 20 years ago?"

"Oh, follow your heart, just do what you want." Zhuang Qingliu smiled at the person next to him, "The most important thing is that it's because of a baa--"

"...shut up." Zhu Heng scolded her coldly, "It's still like this now, how dare you say it?!"

Mei Hualan's gaze had already fixed on her face in an instant, but Zhuang Qingliu caught her hand with a hook.She raised her eyebrows at Zhuheng and said, "You better get out of here, do I still need to sell after I die?"

Zhu Heng snorted, turned around and disappeared.

Mei Xiaohan shook her head at the void where she left without a word, then turned her head to Zhuang Qingliu and asked, "Senior Zhuang, were you 20 years ago—?"

This idiot Wang Mingming doesn't know anything, and always likes to be empty-handed. Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her, then blinked: "En."

"..." Mei Xiaohan was silent for a moment, and then continued to pretend to be mysterious, "Then according to your cultivation, no one should be able to do anything to you. Is it worth it for you to take the initiative?"

This time Zhuang Qingliu paused for a moment, picked up Mei Sigui and stroked her hair, saying: "It's worth it or not. At the moment of making a choice, there is no room to think so much. Whether you can do it or not depends on God's will. Some things are very important as long as you are alive, but if you die, you will naturally have no obsessions. Whatever you want, you can do it."

At this moment, the outline of her side face immersed in the mottled light and shadow was very clear. Mei Hualan stood quietly beside her and listened to her saying such words, which obviously had nothing to do with it, but she suddenly felt in her heart that she really liked this person.

Mei Xiaohan also stood on the spot and blinked, she didn't have any extra emotions in her heart, she just glanced at the message jade pendant that kept flashing, then raised her head and said, "Senior Zhuang, can I take Hualan away?"

Zhuang Qingliu immediately turned around holding Mei Si.

Mei Xiaohan pointed to the two blue shadows in front of her eyes with a smile and said: "Although I'm not very embarrassed, Hua Zhou has been busy outside recently, and many things in the Immortal Mansion are on my head alone. I didn't get a good night's sleep at night. Let Hua Lan do something, it will also help you get better soon and no longer feel weak."

Zhuang Qingliu rushed to her: "I'm really innocent."

"Okay." Mei Xiaohan said briskly, "I'll take that Hualan away."

"..."

Having said all this, Zhuang Qingliu lowered his head and laughed, naturally he didn't say anything, he just hugged Mei Si and watched them off.When Mei Hualan was dragged by her sleeves and was about to walk to the door, she turned her head to look at Zhuang Qingliu, a slight smile appeared in her eyes, and then with a slight flick of her sleeves, a dreamy little crane with aura suddenly jumped from her body He jumped out, flapped his wings silently and flew close, then kissed Zhuang Qingliu's cheek with water.

The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's mouth were pursed for a long time, and after watching some of her clothes flutter out of the corner of the courtyard, she stretched out her hand and let the fluttering crane rest on her fingertips.

For three days in a row, Meihualan also started to leave early and return late.

Zhuang Qingliu lay on the deck chair in the courtyard from time to time, always seeming to be thinking about something.Sometimes he asked Mei Sigui to take off the bird feathers on his body, and he also started to learn how to turn them into cranes to play with, and when he had enough fun, he put Mei Sigui back on his body.

By the middle of the night on the fourth day, Zhuang Qingliu was able to conjure up a bunch of them. When he lay on the bed and stretched his five fingers, all the little cranes were lively and shuttled among them, dancing in the room, reflecting the whole room into a dreamy scene. Gentle and thin red.

Mei Hualan, who came back late, was standing at the door, looking at this scene like a dream.

When Zhuang Qingliu heard the sound, the corners of his eyes slightly curled up, and after turning his head to the door for a glance, he flicked his fingers lightly.The next moment, all the little cranes in the room flew over nimbly one after another, supported by the plum blossom railing from head to toe, and flew to the bed.

Zhuang Qingliu stretched out her arms and embraced her tenderly, "It's time to sleep."

In this position, Mei Hualan suddenly lowered her head, propped her hands on the side of the pillow, and kissed her deeply for a while.

Zhuang Qingliu laughed in his heart, and the moment he closed his eyes, the spirit cranes all over the room seemed to have also extinguished their aura, and the light and shadow in the room swirled and darkened.She put her arms around Mei Hualan's neck, and gently rubbed her head to respond, but the person on her body was very restrained, except for holding her in her arms at night, she didn't do any unnecessary movements these days.

After gently kneading her fingers for a while, Zhuang Qingliu kissed her ear, turned to look at Xiaoxuan's window and said, "It's almost dawn."

Mei Hualan moved two dark screens in front of the bed, and when the light in the room dimmed, she kissed her on the forehead: "You sleep."

In the past few days and nights, no matter how late she came back, Zhuang Qingliu would wait on the bed and didn't sleep before.And she herself, in fact, can go without sleep for a few days.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly pulled her up and said, "Don't sleep anymore. Let's go somewhere."

The author has something to say: I want to talk about the title of "Zhugou" in today's speech. It is a bit long, so you can skip it if you are not interested.

Because regarding this title and these two words, it seems that these days have hurt some people's emotions and eyes. They feel that they are called ridicule, but they lose respect.Some readers even mentioned in the comments that they had such an experience and were very annoying. I have also seen the replies from other readers below. Not insulting words and titles - this is a very concise reply and fact, and I make it clear that this is also my reply.

To be honest, without mentioning the example of three-dimensional life, only among some Two-dimensional author friends, I was actually called "Gou Hua" and "Gou Hua Hua" by everyone. The three who are reading the article now know me readers know.Then in turn, I have also called many people like this, "Dog porridge, Gougua, Gouchuan, Gou Qiannian, Mang Gou...", these people are also the authors of Jinjiang, and we not only call each other like this, but even always We still call each other like this until tonight. I even called one of them "Chuan Chuan" before, and she said to me, "I like you calling me Gou Chuan, I prefer the name Gou Chuan". As it is, I just remember it very clearly, and I said it in a group of three. Another reader and friend of mine in the group is also reading the article and knows that what I said is true.The most important thing is that these terms of calling each other "dogs" actually exist in the comment section of every book of my article. When they come, they will call me "gouhuahua", and I will reply "gouchuan, dog millennium, mang dog Dog...", those who don't believe in evil can turn it over, it's there now.

So about you telling me about your experience, I will also tell you that I am the same, and this is enough to see my mentality and views on this title in a simple and clear way.

But the most important thing is that whether it is your personal example or my personal example, this is just an example.When talking about something, a person cites his own experience and examples to substitute and explain a certain problem. This approach is completely illogical and persuasive.Everything varies from person to person, whether or not this title is disrespectful is a personal feeling. No one understands the character and inner thoughts of the characters in my works better than me, and no one knows better than me what this title is every time it appears The context and the state of mind and emotion of the person speaking are not understanding Wang Geng, but a very serious statement and fact.So regarding all my descriptions of the character Zhu Heng, I just want to say that I have a gentle attitude towards every word I typed out for every character in my pen. explanations, not to mention any instruction and instruction.Of course, what you see and receive is your own feelings and my ability to express emotions in words, and you can interpret it in any way you want.

It's normal to put forward your own opinions. Generally, I will read what people comment and say, and then understand your thoughts, and I will put them there, and everyone will take a look if they have a chance.But I hope you don't teach others how to do it, restrict or interpret what others think, especially narrow interpretations, especially don't define others, this is the most important thing.

So with regard to cognitive differences and differences in thinking, what I can do is to write whatever I want within the scope of not involving anything that shouldn’t be involved; and the only thing you can do is, I just choose not to watch it when I can't accept it, nothing else.

I have written five articles so far, and this is the first time to explain such a problem, because if I don’t explain it, some readers may still feel that they are right, and the comments are getting more and more impolite, and even go to other readers below the article I want to say that it's very rude and offensive to say things like "what qualifications do you people have to call Zhugou..." and "disgusting..." under the comments of the comments. It's not just me who is disturbed Readers who come to see it will be very uncomfortable and not only uncomfortable.Of course, to be honest, when I see this kind of comment, I usually delete it directly, but I may not see some replies in the front.So for the readers who have been able to maintain at least a minimum of respect in the article, I have always felt that you are very gentle people, and you are also very gentle and happy when you read every comment. I feel that coming to Jinjiang to read articles is to pass time or something Yes, that's all, just a good mood.

Is it okay to stop here at the end of this topic? I really hope that in the future I will not type out anything that has nothing to do with the main text. Thank you everyone.