no one knows better than me

The long sword in Zhu Heng's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and there was almost a dull confusion in his eyes.

Zhuang Qingliu said that because she was raised by a human being, she subconsciously remembered the tricky lines that had disappeared so far, but what's going on now?who is humanWho is this person in front of her?

"What's the matter? Are you afraid that I'm a human?" Zhuang Huang turned his head with great interest, and glanced at Zhu Heng. His expression was very natural and calm, and there was even a bit of childlike mischief in his tone.

Zhu Heng opened his mouth unresponsively: "You..."

"Who the hell am I? Am I not?" Zhuang Huang blinked again, and his whole person was almost lively and mischievous.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the snow-capped mountains standing in the distance in the wind and snow: "Is it father and daughter, or siblings?" She was talking about the king of the fairy gate, a boy in silver armor.

Zhuang Huang didn't reply, but flew up suddenly, passed her and swept towards the direction of the underground palace.

Zhuang Qingliu's figure moved like a phantom with lightning, and cut her down with a knife.

Zhuang Huang suddenly drifted back from the goodness, turned his gaze back, and fell on her face, holding the knife almost gently and sighing: "With a disciple like you, it is really hard for me not to be biased."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, Zhu Heng, who was bleeding all over his body, suddenly grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, and slammed it against the wind!

Zhuang Huang paused for a moment, but did not move away, and Zhuang Qingliu also gave her a quick look.

"..." Zhuang Huang seemed to have stumbled upon something interesting, couldn't help but put his hands on his forehead and gave a low laugh twice, and said helplessly, "Okay, I'm not just now sowing discord between you, just talking casually explain……"

She seemed to have something to say at the end, but she took it away and didn't say it.

With a sound of "铛——", Zhu Heng, who was flying up with the sword in his arms, was suddenly ejected from the light and shadow, followed by a "噗嗤", and a red mist of blood rose from the ice field.Zhuang Qingliu turned around to block her, drew an extremely smooth knife, forced Zhuang Huang away and glanced in a low voice: "Don't come here, why hold you back if you're injured!"

Zhu Heng lay on the ground and turned his head sideways, spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", wiped it off with his hands casually, then turned his head and looked at the almost bewitching red pattern on Zhuang Huang's face for a moment: "Why on earth are you being raped?" Send it to Gumengchao? I..."Why on earth did I get picked out of the egg by you.

"It's not Gu Mengchao, it's Yunmengze." Zhuang Huang stroked the handle of the knife slowly, then turned to look at her, "As for why, haven't you guessed it now?"

Suddenly, unparalleled sadness welled up in Zhu Heng's eyes—it was Chi, she was exactly the same as Duan Bin, and she was also born with a scheming, and after being discarded on purpose, she was picked up in Yunmengze and grew up!

"As for being father and brother or siblings, what's the difference? Anyway, it's just a joke since I was not born."

Zhuang Huang didn't seem to care much, smiled gently at Zhuang Qingliu: "Yunmengze, Gumengchao, those who are really counted are actually your clansmen and blood relatives. They picked me up, took me in, and raised me up." I...love me very much, but they were all killed by me."

Zhuang Qingliu's throat moved, and his heart was so choked that he couldn't speak.

"But when the entire fairy world was destroyed 600 years ago, I still have a little bit of useless compassion," Zhuang Huang tapped the handle of the knife lightly with his fingertips, and the lines on his face became more and more red. "It was the last thing you saw in the murals. I picked up a baby who had just been dissected from the dead body from the sea of ​​corpses, and then threw him in the countryside to fend for himself. It has been reproduced for hundreds of years, and it has grown into a baby." There is a village called Wazhai Village."

There was silence all around, only the strong wind whistling back and forth.

When Zhuang Huang said this, he raised his eyebrows at them: "The matter of General A is indeed as the fairy in the painting said, and the two Yu Chenyue were exchanged like that-but about Duan Bin, do you dare to think that there is such a coincidence in the world? Coincidentally, 600 years is like a reincarnation, those conspiratorial thoughts have come back in a circle, and they can be born exactly the same, not bad at all."

Yun Mengze, Gu Mengchao; Yinjia Xianjun, Yu Chenyue; herself, Duan Bin.

Zhu Heng's hand holding the sword was icy cold, not to mention Zhuang Huang, who witnessed Yu Chenyue's own ideas and a series of subsequent planning actions, it would be difficult for anyone to contain the chill that shot from the soles of the feet to the scalp.

"If the people who control the authority of the world are like this, how much better can the whole human race be?" Zhuang Huang lowered his eyes a little, and gently rubbed his fingertips from the edge of the blade to the tip of the knife. All living things are short-lived, and their demise is predictable."

She raised her eyelids little by little, staring at Zhuang Qingliu: "So as you, are you still determined to stop me?"

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her in a low voice: "If there is no one, there will be others... There will always be."

"What are you talking about? Your grandson will definitely die. Are you going to die now? Anyway, you will die at the age of 70. Why don't you lie in the coffin at the age of 20?" Zhuang Huang glanced at her with a smile, his voice lowered , "Obviously know, but still say such a thing?"

The faint glacier reflects the light in the eyes of the people brightly.

As a human being, Zhuang Huang wants to destroy the human race, but as a flower essence, Zhuang Qingliu is saving people. The world is impermanent, and words cannot explain it.

"I don't care if it lasts or not." After a moment of silent time, Zhuang Qingliu's voice sounded.

Zhuang Huang looked at her this time: "What?"

"I don't care if it lasts or not, I just care about whether they are alive or not." Zhuang Qingliu made eye contact with her, and said quietly, "Multiply, continue to pass on, blood and fire... in my eyes, there is no one Life that has already been born is precious, whether it is a person, a plant, or everything, since it is already alive, I hope it will be better for them.”

Whether the rest are short-sighted or stick to one corner, she doesn't care about the future, she only cares about the present, and cares about every fresh life in front of her eyes.

In other words, she cared more about the latter than the two.

Most of the things in this world are like this. Sometimes it is not a big deal if you don't have offspring, but once it rises to the survival of the entire race, it will make people sleepless.

Mei Hualan, who didn't say much, turned her head sideways, and quietly set her eyes on Zhuang Qingliu's face, her clear eyes were soft.

"...I see." After a long time, Zhuang Huang nodded seriously and slowly, "I know what you mean."

Her slender five fingers slowly closed, and the tip of the knife was lifted up bit by bit: "But I am different from you. I still owe a lot of things to myself—I always want to repay what I owe."

The insurmountable gaps and cracks spread like a dark night, and Zhuang Qingliu's throat rolled: "Will you never stop?"

The corners of Zhuang Huang's blushing lips twitched slightly, and she looked at her gently: "Master is also reluctant to pull you together—but in my heart, I also have my own master's weight, so I will never stop."

Mei Hualan, who never said anything, held her sword and took a deep look at her.

The blade in Zhuang Huang's hand turned violently and brilliantly, she turned to Zhuang Qingliu, and finally asked back with her words just now: "Will you never change your mind and stop me?"

Zhuang Qingliu silently clenched Zhuling, and the moon-white aura suddenly flowed.

Zhuang Huang didn't speak again, and immediately forced her up with Li Feng: "Then let's do this."

"Boom--!"

The wind of the knife that shocked the sky was flying wildly between the sky and the earth, the flying snow all over the world was blown up and churned, and the icebergs trembled visible to the naked eye. miles.

"My mother!" Mei Siyu in the underground palace suddenly sat upright on the ground in a violent tremor, holding the shelf next to her tightly with both hands in horror, her hair was about to stand on end, "It's fighting again!

"Zi la la." There was a slight crack in the sky, as if the glacier above the head was about to collapse at any time, Mei Xiaohan also looked outside very anxiously, leaning on the wall and bending over, "Don't stop, hurry up, Keep looking!"

Duan Binyin showed a look of worry on his face under the mask, and quickly dodged to find it.

The wind was raging outside, and the sky was gradually covered with purple winding lightning, and the thick clouds hung down extremely oppressively, as if they would fall on the head at any time.

The figures of the two people who were intertwined in the clouds on the top of the mountain were very strange, and they were both flickering, which made Duan Bin quite afraid for a while. He couldn't even find the gap for insertion, but Sanwu would sneak into it from time to time to replace Zhuang. Qingliu pushed aside the plum blossom ring at the tip of the knife, but it was extremely flexible.

Zhuang Huang naturally noticed it, and flew to avoid a wave of swords. When he landed, he turned to her to look at her with interest, and boasted generously: "Except for myself, you are the most talented person I have ever seen."

Mei Hualan stabbed straight upward with a sharp sword, calmly and modestly said: "You are very old, I am like you."

Zhuang Huang: "..."

"Yes," she suddenly laughed, and finally said frankly, "If I can live forever, I am willing to protect them as I have done for hundreds of years."

"But when I'm not around a hundred years later, who can protect them? Thousands of years later, there will still be a few shadows of Yunmengze creatures in this world."

Zhuang Qingliu, who understood her words, felt an indescribable sourness in her heart: "But you won't be happy if you turn this place into the third Yunmeng Daze."

Zhuang Huang laughed: "How do you know I can't?"

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her deeply: "I know."

"Because I, like you, have also lost."

"The disciples I raised by myself, I know in my heart, I am afraid that I will be so stiff that I will not be able to stop until I am exhausted." The sharp knife in Zhuang Huang's hand slid sideways like lightning, and smiled and raised his eyebrows at Mei Hualan. , "Are you going to fight me for her?"

"I'm willing to give it a try." Blood dripped from the tip of Mei Hualan's sword, she still nodded solemnly and said, "Anyway, you are not satisfied with me."

"..." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly turned her head in surprise, Xiaoxiao tugged at her sleeve.

what to say!

Mei Hualan looked at her bleating, drew out her sword and nodded.

Zhuang Huang looked at the small movements between the two of them, a sincere smile appeared in his eyes, and after he quickly opened arms with Zhuang Qingliu, he said seriously to Mei Hualan in an elder tone: "But you are not Not my opponent—”

As soon as she finished speaking, Mei Hualan suddenly disappeared.

The expression on Zhuang Huang's face froze for a moment, and in the lightning flash, Mei Hualan made her see herself from the shadow of the sword.

Zhuang Qingliu was stunned for a moment, and Zhu Heng got up from the ground slightly panting.

Seeming to be inconceivable, Zhuang Huang lowered his head slightly, looked at the sword point protruding from his chest, frowned slightly and turned around slowly, the next moment, Meihualan suddenly appeared behind her again, this time with a "puchi", A sword pierced through the heart.

There is wind blowing all around, and the whole world seems to be quiet.

Something started to dissipate in front of him without a sound, blood overflowed from Zhuang Huang's mouth, and Zhu Heng's hand on the ground trembled slightly.

Mei Hualan's thick eyelashes were slightly closed, and the hand holding the sword was firmly withdrawn.

With a soft "ding", Zhuang Huang held the knife with both hands and supported it on the ground for a while, then bent down to breathe a sigh of relief, and still raised the tip of the knife.

This time, a pair of hands clenched up silently, and Zhuang Qingliu, whose throat was rolling gently, knelt down half-kneeling, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Master..."

There was a faint light from the sharp blade, and blood dripped down her wrist.

Zhuang Huang didn't respond, the hand holding the knife was still raised, Zhuang Qingliu stretched out his hand to hold her down, and said hoarsely again: "Master."

Zhuang Huang turned forward slightly, lying down in a trance as if unable to hold on, Zhuang Qing burst into tears silently, knelt beside her, and gently stretched out her hand to hold her in her arms: "Let it go, Stop carrying it on yourself."

Zhuang Huang shook his head: "What I put on my body is not a burden, but my relatives."

She looked through the turbulent purple thunder and lightning, and looked at a place of nothingness: "If there will be no more Yunmeng Daze in the world, where should I go to find them after I die? If Yunmengze is not here... will they still accept me? ?”

Zhuang Qingliu buried her head in her arms, and the water rolled down: "No matter where they are, they will be waiting for you."

Zhuang Huang's eyes seemed to be in a trance, his eyes seemed to have penetrated the snowstorm in front of him, and fell into the great fire many years ago: "...will it?"

"Yes." Zhuang Qingliu raised her head little by little, and softly whispered two words in her ear in a hoarse voice.

Zhuang Huang was taken aback suddenly, a strange light appeared in his eyes, and it took a long time before he murmured: "This way..."

Thunder roared overhead, but the clouds moved away little by little, revealing a gentle white light behind, and then heavy snow fell.

After a long time, she finally let go of her hand on the knife bit by bit, a slightly relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she turned her head and seemed to have something to ask Mei Hualan, but looking at her, she thought to herself After thinking about it, it seemed clear and he didn't ask.

Zhuang Qingliu covered her heart with his hands, stood up slightly, and said hoarsely, "I'll take you back first..."

"No need." Zhuang Huang seemed to know what she was going to do with his eyes slightly bent, "If I can live another day, I will do another day's work."

She turned her eyes slowly to look at Zhuang Qingliu, lay in her arms and thought for a long time, and said, "But I have taught a kind-hearted apprentice...it's okay."

Zhuang Qingliu's movement of getting up suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on the bloody flowers on the ice, and he said softly: "...So will you regret it?"

"That won't happen." Shi Ran was relieved, and Zhuang Huang looked up at the sky very calmly, "As you said, some things are obsessions when you are alive, and you want to do them all the time, but when you die, you don't have any obsessions." Read it—I like your words very much.”

Zhuang Qingliu remained motionless, shaking his hands slightly and said, "Will you blame me?"

Zhuang Huang suddenly turned his head, looked her in the eyes and said: "That year, the entire Yunmeng Lake was burned down by fire. I sank it into the bottom of the sea to bury it, and when I was going to bury this world, I suddenly saw When it comes to you—you struggled to grow out of the almost dry and cracked lake, an island full of devastated ashes, only you grew out."

"You don't know, at that time, my heart seemed to be gently touched by something." Zhuang Huang raised his hand teasingly, and touched her bald head at the moment, "There is no such thing as you 600 years ago." , there would be no these 600 years, and there would be no present—my apprentice, maybe he was born to be the savior."

Zhuang Qingliu's wet eyelashes drooped down again, her heart was so choked up that she couldn't get up, snowflakes fell on her eyebrows and shoulders one after another, Zhuang Huang's hand dropped to gently brush it off for her.

"Don't be sad, I'm a human being, it's already very difficult to live for so many years." Zhuang Huang said softly, "And if I don't die, I still want to do that, but it seems that I can't beat you as a teacher until now. "

Zhuang Qingliu buried her head in her arms and said in a hoarse voice, "No, you taught me."

"Yeah." Zhuang Huang laughed, stroking the back of her head, "People will reincarnate, maybe just like the Mrs. Qi you always like to remember, we will meet again one day... At that time If I'm not doing well, you remember to accept me as an apprentice, you don't have to treat me too well, just like I treat you."

Zhuang Qingliu bent his entire back and cried silently in her arms.

Finally, Zhuang Huang patted her lightly, turned to the plum blossoms next to her, with a gentle smile in his eyes, and he said to whomever he said: "I'm not dissatisfied, I'm actually... quite satisfied."

Whether it was the time when Zhuang Qingliu led her into the old dream, or when Zhuang Qingliu was not here for 20 years, she has actually been observing this girl who is less talkative and introverted, and feels that she is very good, very very good, different from those people , very worthy of Zhuang Qingliu's liking.

The heavy snow fell softly all over the sky, and I don't know how long it took. Zhuang Qingliu stood up from the snow and ice bit by bit with Zhuang Huang in his arms, lowered his head and said softly: "So the flowers of Mengchao are blooming, let Zhuheng carry you to see Take a look."

Zhuang Huang turned his head slightly to look at the other disciple next to him, and slightly pursed his lips: "Okay."

Zhu Heng, who was still a little angry all over his body, stood up, suppressed the fire forcibly, turned around tremblingly, and carried the person from Zhuang Qingliu's arms.Zhuang Qingliu took one last look at Zhuang Huang, lowered her head and covered her eyes with her hands, and was gently embraced by Mei Hualan.

Zhu Heng's figure with Zhuang Huang on his back flashed lightly, and disappeared on the clear and pure glacier, so Mengchao had just rained, and the air was completely new, with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and it was indeed the same as before. There is no difference, and it is exactly the same as Yunmengze for hundreds of years.

Zhu Heng didn't seem to know where to go, so she walked silently on the island with her on her back. She walked very slowly, but her steps were light and steady, as if she was afraid of bumping her back.

Zhuang Huang seemed to be a little sleepy as a pillow on her shoulders, turning his head slightly to look at the fresh green trees passing by, twirling branches, cicadas forming ice flowers, and swimming fish.After a while, he said in a steady tone: "You are like your mother, with a cold face and a violent nature, but a very gentle bird in your heart."

Zhu Heng looked at the stream at his feet with his eyelashes closed and said, "Is it my mother?"

"Coincidentally, just like the silly crane that Zhuang Zhu picked up, I picked up your mother from outside. It is roughly near Tongjing Mountain in Xianlu, which is your real hometown. If you want to If so, you can go and have a look." Zhuang Huang said.

Zhu Heng's footsteps seemed to slow down, but he didn't make a sound.

"So you are not really a member of Gu Mengchao's clan, and Zhuang Zhu is the only descendant of Yunmengze back then, so I can't treat you like her at ordinary times." Zhuang Huang said calmly, "Your mother wants to talk about it." , the personality is more irritable than that. I just went to Tongjing Mountain to pick two fruits from it, and I was chased by it and burned endlessly. .”

Zhu Heng: "..."

"Of course, this is only a small reason. The main reason is that your flamingo has a very long lifespan because of its spirit, and the relative offspring is very difficult. Nine out of ten children will die when they give birth." Zhuang Huang said, "It was already dead at that time. I was pregnant with you, and I knew at a glance that it was bad luck, so I just brought it back to your master Guiyao when I encountered it——but your mother still gave birth and you didn't keep it, so I had to take over the egg left by it .”

Zhu Heng: "..."

Zhuang Huang probably thought it was interesting when he said this, so he narrowed his eyes and said, "So you were not only hatched from the egg by me, but also hatched by me inexplicably."

When she said this, her voice dropped a little.

Zhu Heng moved his throat, blinked his eyelashes as hard as he could, and pursed his lips softly, "...I like you very much."

"Since I was a child, I have always liked you."

There was a bit of regret and a smile on Zhuang Huang's face, and he leaned against her shoulder, shaking his lowered hand and said softly, "But I'm not good to you. If your mother is here, she must love you very much."

As he said it, he suddenly said: "When I was young, I was forced to practice swords day and night by an uncle eagle, and when I grew up, my hair was burnt by your mother. It is true that I hate you birds."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Heng's mouth, and he had never chatted with her like this before and asked, "What about those people—do you really want to get rid of them for Gu Mengchao?"

"Half and half." Zhuang Huang pouted suddenly, "I hate those people even more."

Zhu Heng was walking on the endless green field, and whispered to her: "I also like someone."

"I know." Zhuang Huang said softly, "It's good for you to live like this."

Zhu Heng finally turned his head and glanced at her lightly. The eyes of the person lying on her shoulders were very gentle, like she had never seen before, but his eyelids were slightly stretched, and he was a little sleepy.

Zhuang Huang closed his eyes a little sleepily, and said softly: "Don't go, go to the highest peak on the island."

"Okay...Master." Zhu Heng swept her up with her on his back, crossing the scenery of half the island all the way to a mountain floating on the clouds, which was Zhuang Qingliu's favorite place.

Zhuang Huang avoided the north side where Zhuang Qingliu liked to stay, and asked Zhu Heng to place her on a protruding cliff rock in the south, and barely opened his eyelids to look down.

The whole Gumengchao is full of vitality, quietly blooming in the warm wind.

Such a beautiful world really should only grow flowers and not be stained with blood.

"Just put me here, and don't come up again in the future." Zhuang Huang said softly.

Zhu Heng knelt down with his throat rolling, silently kowtowed to her, got up, turned his head for a last look, and left here without a trace of breeze.

With swaying flowers reflected in Zhuang Huang's eyes, he lightly leaned against the rock behind him: "Newborns are born, old ones are old..."

"……so good."

"I found it! I found it! Under the glacier outside my nose, Mei Siyu suddenly jumped up in surprise, holding a jade slip and quickly rushed to Mei Xiaohan and said, "Master Yan?is it this one? !Yes or no? ?What is written on it is the three characters you mentioned, the screen wall man, right? ! "

Mei Xiaohan didn't know what he found, and was lowering his head and frowning slightly, when he heard the sound, he turned his head suddenly, and immediately took the jade slip that Mei Siyu was holding over carefully, and quickly looked through it roughly.

"Quick! Send a message to the suzerain immediately!" She ordered decisively.

The whole underground palace suddenly erupted into cheers, and Mei Siji said calmly with some worry: "I don't know what's going on outside? There has been no movement for a long time."

Snowflakes outside...something really happened.

Zhuang Qingliu backed away from her embrace, and the moment she was about to pull Mei Hualan away from the top of the snow-capped mountain, she suddenly realized that she had stood motionless for a long time, and suddenly lost her support, she suddenly dropped her head heavily and fell to her knees on the ground.

"...Mei Pan?" She opened her mouth, barely aware of whether she had made a sound.

Mei Hualan knelt on the ground and did not move.Zhuang Qingliu suddenly noticed that her exposed fingers had become transparent silently, like cold white jade, she propped up her shoulders, looked at her slightly transparent body, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mei Pan? Mei Pan ..."

"...here." Although Mei Hualan's voice was extremely tired, her eyes were still softly raised.

Without saying a word, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly pulled her into his arms: "What did you do? When? Did you..."

"Hush." ​​Mei Hualan lay in her arms, blinking her eyelashes like a butterfly, "Those are not important, the important thing is that I can finally rest quietly with you for a while."

Zhuang Qingliu's mind flashed through many images like lightning, and finally froze on one frame. Her heart was so painful that she was about to collapse, and she tightly clutched her shoulder: "Who told you..."

"I've thought about it many times before, don't know what it's like when you've been like this, so try."

Mei Hualan slightly pursed her lips and bent a little, looking at her softly, "You can try it too."

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't believe that she would suddenly come to her at such a last moment, she lowered her head and took a breath, unable to say a word.

Mei Hualan's body became more and more translucent, her thick eyelashes curled up naturally, she reached out and touched her head silently, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, you will come back, and I will definitely do the same."

As he spoke, his fingertips moved slowly and landed between her eyebrows.

Zhuang Qingliu grabbed her tightly, and her whole body was almost incoherent: "Why the hell are you going to learn from me... I... Why are you still coming back?! Just get a divorce when you come back!"

The sound of the wind between heaven and earth seemed to have stopped, exactly the same as 20 years ago, Mei Hualan's eyes were calm and soft, and the whole person disappeared in an instant in her arms, turning into lights and shadows shining with thousands of phosphorescent lights, covering the sky and flying brilliantly .

This time it was replaced by a cute lamb... After gently rubbing against her chin, cheeks and nose tip, it quietly disappeared at the corner of her mouth.

A gust of wind flashing with brilliant fluorescent light drifted over the head, Mei Xiaohan didn't notice at all in a hurry, but just brushed away the snow that was rolling everywhere, and ran towards Zhuang Qingliu with two legs, far away Yuandi ran and said: "Senior Zhuang, the underground palace is full of historical materials and classics. I roughly flipped through some of them, and felt that there are some words that seem to be similar to your words. This jade slip..."

As she spoke, she glanced up, her voice stopped abruptly, her face was pale as she watched a pile of phosphorescent light disappear from Zhuang Qingliu's arms, her legs gave way suddenly, and she was tripped by a snowdrift under her feet and flew out.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her eyes subconsciously almost in confusion, and her eyes fell on the person who fell in front of her and the jade slip in her hand. The jade slip was as warm and smooth as jade, and there were lines of clear and dark lines flashing on it. Character

"DNA, contamination, mutation, evolution... A1, Fukushima, Chernobyl."

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