no one knows better than me

"One time in Xianlu Daze, one time in Yunmengze, and one time in Ancient Dream Tide."

There has always been one thing and two in everything, and there is no time and again.

The most important thing is that after looking at it in silence for a while, Meihualan erased a picture of mountains and rivers and said: "The place where the ancient Yunmeng Daze is located is probably in today's Meicheng and Yancheng, as well as the entire Dachuanhou clan in the south. former territory."

"So... I'm afraid it's the two cities they entered voluntarily." Zhuang Qingliu lightly touched the clear and smooth lines of the murals one by one with his fingertips, "Because this is home for them."

And if they go home voluntarily, who can call them back?

At the same time, in the second city of Meiyan, the sound of flowing water became weaker and weaker. Lan Song, who was supporting him alone, was sweating thinly from the forehead, his hands trembled slightly, and the tune also had some inaudible changes.

All of a sudden, large and sharp noises reappeared indistinctly, and there was a tendency to make a comeback.

Mei Siyu's ears hurt suddenly, a layer of frost falling from her eyelashes flew up, and her voice changed tune along with the voiceless song: "Sect Master Lan——!"

He blurted out suddenly, and the overwhelming dense green waves suddenly surged over, like a sea tide crashing down, the violent piercing noise in Mei Siyu's ears suddenly expanded ten thousand times, and the pupils shrank and exploded with a sharp sound Called: "—Ah!"

"Siyu——!!" Suddenly, Mei Huazhou appeared like lightning, and stood in front of Mei Siyu, with a sword sweeping across the green wave, he turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Hold on! "

Mei Siyu almost shed tears, and without wiping the blood from his ears, he hurriedly got up, sat up straight again, closed his eyes, and recited more quickly a trumpet sutra that Zhuang Qingliu casually taught him to concentrate his mind.

Mei Huazhou actually knew about this part of the trumpet, but he didn't expose it before. He just hurriedly and whispered "Remember to meditate, don't be distracted", and immediately flew away in a hurry.

At the same time as his words fell, hundreds of disciples of the Mei family who were good at melody rushed over. They all held the qin and fell from the sword in the air. Their fingers swayed the strings quickly, and they made up for Lan Song's broken and distorted melody in time.

On Yunmengze Island, Mei Hualan suddenly turned her gaze away from the other murals, turned her head and grabbed Zhuang Qingliu's hand, feeling a layer of flat fire on her skin, and it became a little hot .

"...What are you thinking? Are you okay?" She asked in a low voice.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't speak, but suddenly closed his eyes and turned around, walking towards the coffin in the center of the tomb.

Mei Hualan didn't react for a while, Zhuang Qingliu's five fingers flowed out from between her fingers like a breeze, her heart was empty for a moment, she turned around and stretched out her hand, and surrounded Zhuang Qingliu, trapping him against the wall between the dimensions.

Zhuang Qingliu paused in surprise, then raised her eyes: "Huh?"

Mei Hualan's turbulent eyes seemed to be suppressing something, but her voice was very gentle and deeply stared at her and asked: "What are you going to do?"

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly realized what she had neglected during this period of time, and felt a little sour in her heart, and said to Mei Hualan, "I'm not going to make a sacrifice, as long as it's something you're afraid of, I won't do it."

Mei Hualan subconsciously let go of the hand that was pressing against the wall with great restraint, but still did not let go completely.

After the soreness in Zhuang Qingliu's heart was gone, he couldn't help but raise his tail in his heart at Mei Panpan's concern, and said very poorly: "I want to be with you not because of a memorial tablet, but because I won't take it easy. Let yourself be gone."

As he spoke, he hugged her waist and bowed his head, happily pecking at the back of her hand.

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu found that if this person pushed hard, she would not be able to push away, but if she hugged her a little, she would soften.

"Okay, don't worry." Zhuang Qingliu patted her on the face, "I will be sensible, if you don't have me, you will definitely be anti-social in the future."

"..." Although Mei Hualan said nothing, but Mei Hualan looked at her for a moment, his eyes softened a little, and asked, "So what are you going to do?"

Zhuang Qingliu poked his head out from behind her shoulder, pointed to the big coffin a few steps away, and said, "Although it's really disrespectful, those ancestors outside look really fierce—so I want to move this patriarch out to try Try it, I don’t know if it’s okay to possess him and pretend to be him?”

"..." Mei Hualan looked at her very strangely, seeing that her expression was very serious, and she didn't mean to be unreasonable, so she probably retracted the sentence "Don't make trouble" and replaced it with a sentence, "What's the next solution?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "...Please bless my Pulan A crab first."

Mei Hualan raised her hand this time, smoothed the hair around her ear, and said, "Don't make trouble."

"..." Zhuang Qingliu's temper returned to zero, and he looked up at the star-like deep sea, "Then I have nothing to do but kneel down and cry. There are some billowing tides that cannot be controlled by manpower. If we really can't move our ancestors, It is an irresistible will of God that the vicissitudes of life turn into mulberry fields.”

Mei Hualan closed her eyelashes softly at what she said, let go and pulled out the floating lamp, turned her head to the coffin in the tomb, bowed her head, and said respectfully: "I'm offended."

However, before she raised her hand, Zhuang Qingliu was in a daze and said, "What's the use of holding the floating lamp? This is fluorite, and the floating lamp can't be scratched."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu took two steps forward, lowered her head seriously, and said, "I'm sorry."

As he raised his knife and dropped his hands, after the moonlight flashed, a thin line was cut on the dark green coffin that seemed to be a whole.

Mei Hualan didn't intervene, watching the huge and smooth coffin lid being pushed away little by little, Zhuang Qingliu put his hands on one end of the top, and moved very slowly, until he was about to push out a gap, his hands suddenly became heavy, able to press a thousand pounds Sure enough, tens of thousands of people were attached to it.

Although there was only one person buried in the coffin, she knew that at this moment, there were more than one undead on the island, so she stopped.

"I'm sorry to use this method to lure you to show up." Zhuang Qingliu stood straight and thin in a corner of the tomb, his eyes fell on countless empty mid-air, and he gently swept back and forth, "But if you are willing, seniors, this Let me give you an explanation for hundreds of thousands of years of grievances."

Although there was no movement inside the coffin, following her voice, countless small and winding ice flowers on the outer wall of the coffin suddenly bloomed along the fluorite texture, just like hundreds of millions of innocent souls 600 years ago, blooming one by one. Spread towards the entire stone room.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes quickly fell on those ice flowers, judging the situation, and said deftly: "You may not know me, but the one outside who led your souls out is my master, so can you stop the attack from outside first?" What are we talking about?"

All the seemingly disorganized ice flowers swayed, and quickly gathered together, forming a horizontal line, and then adding a vertical line down.

Zhuang Qingliu looked at the character "Ke" that was about to take shape, and felt relieved suddenly. He turned his head and glared at Mei Hualan, "Baby, I'm so awesome... Ah, help!"

The moment she moved her eyes away, the word that was supposed to be "yes" was actually "no", and the tiny ice flakes that flowed and piled together suddenly condensed into a sharp ice pick, rushing towards it with the momentum of breaking the wind. Zhuang Qingliu stabbed over!

Mei Hualan, who had been prepared for a long time, stretched out her hand to embrace her, and jumped out of the tomb in the light and shadow pierced by the ice cone. Awesome."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

I really want to wipe her face ashen!

"Don't move," Mei Hualan tore off another bandage, and skillfully wrapped it around her forearm, "The wound is open."

"..." Today's compulsion is a little bit too much, even Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but wiped off the oozing blood casually, and said with lowered eyes, "It's okay, no need to wrap it, it will be fine soon."

A few small drops of blood fell from the edge of the tomb, "tick" and fell gently to the ground, flowing silently and seeping into the ground.

Just when Zhuang Qingliu turned his gaze to the tomb below and took another deep breath to say something, there was a sudden "buzz", and the coffin, which had been silent all along, trembled violently.

Zhuang Qingliu's expression changed suddenly, and he stopped abruptly when he was about to speak. He looked at the huge earthquake's coffin for a moment, only to hear that something seemed to be scratching very lightly on the inner wall amidst the trembling sound, followed by a and The same tender green vines that had wrapped around the plum blossom ring before came out directly through the sarcophagus, and after winding closer, they wrapped around Zhuang Qingliu's wrist softly and carefully.

It was very strange, after Zhuang Qingliu was in a trance for a moment, her heart throbbed for no reason, and she felt that in the dark, it seemed that a broad and kind palm was gently touching her head from behind, almost with a little bit of hopeful caution.

This tender green vine somehow felt something from her that she didn't feel on Mei Hualan. In the darkness of the huge island, a faint and intermittent voice gradually sounded like a raving: "...the clan...is there any... back……"

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly said: "...what?"

The dreamlike and illusory voice did not sound again, but countless breezes blew gently, and the rattan wrapped around Zhuang Qingliu did not leave, but disappeared invisible on her wrist. At the same time, the green and smooth coffin lid , a gorgeous and bright flower bloomed slowly and softly.

Different from those ice flowers, this is a swaying real flower.

Zhuang Qingliu, who had stood silently for a long time, moved his eyes lightly and landed on it. It was recorded in ancient books, and if there is any concern in his heart, flowers will bloom on dry bones.

And the position where this flower blooms is probably in the direction of the heart.

Mei Hualan was watching her face motionlessly, and suddenly called softly: "Zhuang Zhu."

Zhuang Qingliu blinked in a daze, raised his hand to touch it, and then felt a little cold on his face, and a feeling of being out of breath in his heart.

Mei Hualan reached out her hand silently, gently and meticulously wiped away her tears bit by bit.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly felt a sense of sadness for no reason, and subconsciously pulled her to turn around, walked eastward to a vast dry place, knelt down and bowed her head, and said, "This...is the place where I was born."

Mei Hualan seemed to have a slightly different look at her, and then turned her head to look at the long-dried old lake in front of her.

It turned out that Zhuang Qingliu's earliest hometown was here.And the "you have a queen" that the voice said was also referring to her.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't say anything, and pulled her around again, and went to another ordinary place of black and gray. His eyes fell and he said: "This is the wooden house she lived in before, and it's the same location as in Gumengchao."

She was talking about Zhuang Huang.

Mei Hualan just casually glanced around at the flattened ground, but her eyes suddenly paused, feeling the extremely subtle fluctuations in spiritual power, squinting and said: "——There is a teleportation point here."

"Yes." Zhuang Qingliu squatted down and took a close look.

It's also quite powerful, which is equivalent to easily driving the subway station to the door of the house, and the other end of the "subway" should be...

Following their voices, on the huge island at this moment, phantom-like sound waves swayed from the coffin flower center in the center of the island layer by layer, recalling the undead from all directions, and the barrier above the head waved slightly, and there were countless small balls. The same faint green light gradually flew back from the top and returned to the ground, and the countless splashed mud closed up again in peace.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes were bathed in these vague lights and shadows, and he raised his head.

Mei Hualan also looked at it for a while, and stretched out her hand softly in her heart: "It's from the coffin..." Elder.

"...Yes." Zhuang Qingliu laughed suddenly, pretending to be authentic, "It is true that the blessings of the ancestors who are often talked about by those superstitious people are true, so that I can enjoy the love and love of the elders in my lifetime. "

She had prepared a dozen chicken soups to pour over, the kind that was genuinely emotional.

Two dimples were lightly exposed on both sides of Mei Hualan's cheeks. Just as she was about to say something, a faint blue messenger talisman suddenly ignited, and a intermittent voice came from the opposite side without even saying hello: "Zhuang... Lan, it’s not good... zi la zi la, and again... I’ll... zi la la... you guys..."

It was Mei Xiaohan's voice, and the talisman didn't even wait for the zila to finish, the talisman automatically went out again.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

The ancestors only blessed half of the children, and the remaining half.

Meihualan's expression turned serious, and she tried to light another one, but this time it didn't light up.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly glanced at her face again: "They must blame me for marrying away."

"..." Mei Hualan turned back to look at her this time, and said seriously, "I will treat you well, it's worth it." After speaking, she said, "There must be another accident outside."

"Probably nothing serious will happen, Zhu Heng is still outside." Zhuang Qingliu turned his eyes down without saying a word, and landed on the teleportation point on the ground.

Should I go out first, or explore where this teleportation point leads to?

Just when she was still undecided, the whole person suddenly rose into the air, and a vine silently connected her and Mei Hualan from behind one after another.

Zhuang Qingliu blurted out: "What..."

without any precautions!

"The tentacles of the ancestors" meandered out without saying a word, and directly sent the two of them from mid-air to the edge of the island, where they had just entered.

Zhuang Qingliu was stunned for a moment, and somewhat unexpectedly reached out to the loose vine in front of him, tapped it twice, and asked, "Should we go out first?"

The soft tendrils at the top of the green vines slightly bent in mid-air, and tapped up and down a few times like seaweed.

However, this didn't seem to mean nodding, but to signal Zhuang Qingliu to lower his head.

"?" Although he was very puzzled, Zhuang Qingliu turned his head to look at Mei Hualan, and lowered his head a little while she nodded.

As if there was something to tell her, the vines wound up gently and slowly, and directly stuck to both sides of Zhuang Qingliu's temples.

In just a short while, Zhuang Qingliu's expression suddenly changed, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and blurted out in surprise: "What?!"