no one knows better than me

Zhuang Qingliu: "???"

Mei Hualan suddenly reached out and pressed her right shoulder: "Does it hurt?"

Zhuang Qingliu let out a soft "ah", and looked up at her: "I thought you didn't know?"

At that time in the Lingdong of Pei's house, she was worried that Mei Hualan's spiritual power might be temporarily restricted, so she didn't hold back at all when she stabbed out like a surprise attack from the dark, and at the same time, Pei Xuan's epee shook violently. Half of the shoulder is numb, but it's nothing serious, there are still some bruises now.

"How could it be?" Mei Hualan suddenly said something eye-catching, "I just know you don't like to drink medicine, so let's enter the medicine pond."

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her for a moment, then turned his eyes to the side—this is usually the case in immortal mansions. There are cold springs and cold pools everywhere in the medicine pool, with spiritual herbs planted on the walls, vines hanging upside down, flowers floating into the water by themselves, and the bottom of the pool is full of greenery. Paved with colorful glowing fluorite.

It's obviously a medicine pond where you come to take your life when you're dying, but it's so romantic that you want to take a flower petal bath.Especially when the two of them are still together...the atmosphere is very weird.

But it is precisely because the water surface is full of herbal petals, as long as it soaks in, it seems that nothing can be seen clearly, and the dense mist is also hazy.

In the moment when she turned her head, Mei Hualan had already taken off her clothes with her back on her back, and with a soft splash, she fell into the water.Zhuang Qingliu looked back, and found that the clothes she put on the bluestone on the bank were still neatly folded... On the top of another stack of clothes, there was a lively colored sachet.

It turned out that since Zhuang Qingliu saw it outside that time, the colorful sachet of Meihualan hadn't been put away, but was still on her body all the time, just put it in her arms or sleeves.

"Come down." Mei Hualan's long hair had just dipped in water, and it was spread on the water like silk satin. After looking at Zhuang Qingliu on the shore, she turned her head and turned her back.

It means not looking at her.

After a quiet moment behind him, there was a soft rustling sound, and not long after, the water around him rippled slightly, swaying outwards.After looking down for a moment, Mei Hualan turned back with a smile in her eyes.

Although the two people were not far apart, they could only see each other's heads and faces after entering the water. When they moved a little, they could see a faint line of collarbone.

Zhuang Qingliu's uneasy feeling disappeared immediately, and she leaned comfortably on the stone pillow specially designed for people to lie on, and flicked her hair one by one - she found that this weird hair grew unusually fast, short In a few days, it became a lot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With this level of long hair, washing it is terrible, like rubbing some thick denim.

Mei Hualan quietly leaned against the stone wall, her eyelashes flickering slightly, and brushed away a dead leaf floating on the water: "Do you want me to help you?"

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes flickered from the fingers she was plucking the leaves, thinking that Mei Hualan is really good at growing, with extremely fair and slender hands, if you watch her pluck the water with another hand, you will probably be tempted five times on the spot. Misunderstood.

But so what, Zhuang Qingliu stretched out her hand out of the water and turned it over, thinking that her hand was also pretty.

"I'll wash it myself." She blinked.

Hair is such a thing, although there is no physical feeling when it is touched, the psychological feeling is full, and the feeling of black hair running through the slender fingers is really unavoidable and ambiguous.

But after bowing his head for a while, Zhuang Qingliu asked Mei Hualan: "I feel that those people don't seem to pay much attention to my hair, so Mei Pan, can't my hairstyle really be my own decision?"

Mei Hualan looked at her quietly, her face was a little too tired and pale, she didn't make a sound.

Zhuang Qingliu's heart softened inexplicably, and subconsciously blurted out: "Okay, okay, then how do you like me?"

Mei Hualan didn't seem to expect that she would ask directly in reverse, after a moment's pause, she suddenly beckoned gently, signaling Zhuang Qingliu to come to her side.

Although Zhuang Qingliu didn't feel well, what he said... couldn't be taken back, so he got up and dribbled a little towards the plum blossoms.

Mei Hualan did not touch her very politely, but raised her hand, and the ends of her thick eyelashes drooped quietly. After a while, she braided two thin cap braids for Zhuang Qingliu to bow her head.

"..." She didn't expect to be alive, and she still had time to tie two more pigtails.

"I said—" Zhuang Qingliu slowly turned her head in surprise and strangeness, looking at the person next to her with a slightly curved lip, "Panpan, it's not easy to go out and meet people, right?"

Mei Hualan took a look at her: "How can it be, very good."

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her up and down from the corner of her eyes, and suddenly pushed her finger away with a snap: "Okay, I've satisfied your aesthetics, keep it in your eyes, my head will be my head from now on , I can do whatever I like!"

Plum Blossom ticked the tail of her eyes nicely: "... Got it."

Zhuang Qingliu dripped a little on the stone wall where she was lying, and then glanced at Mei Hualan quietly, seeing that her too pale face gradually turned a normal pink, she tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes.

It looked really tired, and the tired eyelashes could hardly hide the tiredness.It's hard for her to spend a long time arguing with me as if she was okay after she came back.Zhuang Qingliu quickly looked away, and closed her eyes without making a sound.

The noon sun slowly receded, and the mottled shadows cast on the water surface in the pool and the bluestones on the bank gradually moved back, and the noon passed quietly.

It is not yet the season of cicadas singing, and there will be no ordinary disciples setting foot on the back mountain. Meihualan opened her eyes silently in the silence, and her eyes fell on Zhuang Qingliu's face. After watching quietly for a long time, she raised her hand and moved closer. The fingertips slowly and presumptuously described her facial features in detail.

Zhuang Qingliu slept soundly, probably because she is naturally close to water. Every time she was in the water, she would have a dream of spring flowers blooming... But this time, halfway through, she was woken up by something.

She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. It was not a person, but the fairy in the painting she was leaning on the bluestone slab on the bank moved by itself, first fell down with a clatter, and then rolled on the accumulated leaves. It opened, and finally floated faintly and hung on the tree.

Zhuang Qingliu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face suddenly changed. The flower portrait on the scroll turned out to be a plum blossom circle!People around me don't know when they really disappeared!

- Crash! !

There was a sudden sound on the surface of the water, and Zhuang Qingliu subconsciously broke through the water in an instant and stood up, raised his hand and summoned the knife flying towards him, and then... his shoulders were suddenly lightly pressed by both hands.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Mei Hualan spoke a little faster, and seemed to have a little more inexplicable secret emotions than usual.

Zhuang Qingliu turned around to look at her—Mei Hualan seemed to have been ashore for a while, she had already dressed and tidied up, and her long hair was slightly dry.

And it is a real plum blossom railing, the skirts of the clothes overlap very neatly, and are folded into a line tightly.Zhuang Qingliu's panic that was about to jump out of his heart calmed down like lightning for a moment, then... silently lowered his head to look at himself, and then soaked back into the water as if nothing had happened.

Anyway, it has been seen... no matter how many times it is, the second time, the third time, and the hundredth time are no longer important, they are the same.

After she calmed down for a moment, the tip of her eyebrows splashed with water moved slightly, and she looked up at the fairy in the painting she had hung on the branch in the forest: "What's the matter? How could it unfold by itself? What about your portrait?" Will run up there?"

The extremely light-colored clear pupils of the plum blossoms flickered slightly, almost showing a strange color, and gave Zhuang Qingliu a very subtle look.

At this time, Xian Wufeng in the hanging painting automatically floated gently, and a very young woman's voice came out softly: "Master Zhuang, I am Lan Shu, don't you remember me?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Hell, if she remembers correctly, the story of Lan Shu happened in the ancient Xiang country, and when was the ancient Xiang country?

If she had lived from that time to the present, how old would she be? !

The fairy in the painting didn't know whether she could hear what she was thinking in a weird way, or if she was just feeling lost. After a while, she said sullenly, "Master Zhuang, it's been almost 600 years, it's normal if you don't remember."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..." 600 years? ?

Today's Hundred Families of Immortals, in fact, the multi-established faction is only a few hundred years old, and the five leading families have been handed down from generation to generation, and they have basically been founded for about 500 years.Because more than 500 years ago, there seemed to be a catastrophe in the fairy gate of this world. After that, almost everything in the cultivation world was overthrown and restarted. The scrolls were left at that time, but there are many things that people in this world can no longer unravel.

Calculating the time, 100 years ago, that is, more than 600 years ago, that was the very beginning when the aura of heaven and earth began to sparse and collapse.At that time, there was a clear distinction between the fairy world and the mortal world, and there were still many countries in the world of ordinary people, and the ancient Xiang country was one of them.

Zhuang Qingliu reacted as weirdly and quickly as possible, and said truthfully: "Lan Shu? I don't remember some things, but your painting... why did Mei Pan appear in your painting?"

Lan Shu's painting floated a few more times before she said, "Master Zhuang, whoever you want to see most in your heart, you will see their portrait on the painting. I am actually blank right now."

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu felt a strange throbbing very clearly in an instant, which made her heart empty indescribably.

No wonder Mei Hualan... just now had that kind of weird expression that she had never seen before.Zhuang Qingliu moved her right hand slightly under the water and raised it silently, touching the place where the skin on her shoulder was lightly pressed just now.

Lan Shu just added at this moment: "So don't worry, she will be fine."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

"I'm not in a hurry...not at all." Zhuang Qingliu denied it categorically, and then his eyes were inexplicably focused. In the picture scroll? Find someone to worship when you need nourishment?"

Lan Shu was silent for a moment, then suddenly floated up very slightly with the wind, as if she was shaking her head: "Master Zhuang, I don't need to make offerings, I just met a lot of bad people, and I don't know what to do, so I can only make offerings They suck into the painting."

Zhuang Qingliu was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes fell seriously on the picture scroll that looked dilapidated and vicissitudes.The plum blossoms are beside me, leaning against a tree to listen quietly.

Lan Shu said in a low voice: "Master Zhuang, before I became a painter, I went to Xuanzhou and stayed with the Pei family for a long time. I know a lot about them. They are good people. I am often injured, and Xiao Zongzhu is also a good person, so I am willing to help him, did I do something wrong?"

It turns out that Lan Shu...that is, the fairy in the painting has been by Pei Xuan's side by chance in the early years, so Pei Xuan knew that the fairy in the painting can kill people, and then went to the spirit mountain of Mei's house to steal it.

Zhuang Qingliu was silent for a moment: "Lan Shu, I actually don't know much about the Pei family, and I dare not say that I know right from wrong."

Lan Shu thought for a while, then hummed: "You told me that before, but you said that as long as you have a clear conscience and feel what is right, when you really want to do it, then do it."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

She actually said such a thing, Zhuang Qingliu thought, so you came to the door to die because you listened to me?

Lan Shu didn't hear her rich psychological activities, but continued: "Pei Qi is actually not a good person. When I was in the cave, I saw with my own eyes that he covered up many things for the sake of his family's prestige, and even secretly moved things that were difficult to deal with." To other places, many people were killed."

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly thought of what Mei Xiaohan said last night that the seven cities in the south of Mei's family were not peaceful recently, and it seemed that someone had moved something... Isn't this just international trash?

This kind of thing often happens in Xianmen. If there is something difficult to deal with or it will take a lot of manpower and material resources to disperse the evil spirits that are suppressed, many sects will occasionally secretly move to the boundaries of other families and let others go. Worry, it's not unusual.

Zhuang Qingliu then asked Mei Hualan: "Are the seven cities in the south close to the land of Shangzi? You were in Xuanzhou City when you conquered Lanshu, right?"

Mei Hualan nodded thoughtfully, as if she was thinking about something, she answered concisely: "Yes."

Zhuang Qingliu thought of something, and said, "Lan Shu, did you also get Mei Pan into the painting?"

The top of the scroll is bent, as if nodding: "If I mistakenly accept a good person into the painting, I will release it later. Sect Master Mei is a good person, not to mention, she still has yours on her..."

When Lan Shu said this, for some reason, her voice stopped halfway.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly turned his head to look at Mei Hualan, and saw her leaning against the tree with a very normal expression. It seemed that Lan Shu suddenly fell silent when she mentioned this sensitive place, and it had nothing to do with her.

Zhuang Qingliu turned his gaze away in a flash of thought, as if he hadn't heard the second half of the sentence, he just waited for a while, and asked curiously, "Why do you call her suzerain?"

Lan Shu's voice returned to normal: "When I met her, she was the suzerain and patriarch of the Zhangtai Mei family, isn't she now?"

Zhuang Qingliu was a little surprised, and quickly remembered that the Mei family had a very chaotic period 30 or [-] years ago. During those decades, five or six heads of the family were changed one after another, until Mei Huazhou later took over. Only briefly settled down.

It turned out that Meihualan had briefly taken over as the patriarch before him, but it was later passed on to Meihuazhou for some reason.

Lan Shu was silent for another moment, and the picture scroll floated slightly sideways, as if looking up at the sun: "Master Zhuang, I have been drifting in the hands of many people for 600 years, and I have seen with my own eyes that there are many bad people like Meng Zhao brothers and sisters rampant in this world. Many good people like me are suffering, and I often don’t know whether I should take action after I saw it, and if I did it right after I did it, what should I do?”

The Meng Zhao brothers and sisters she mentioned were probably the lieutenant general and younger sister who occupied the magpie's nest that day.

However, there are many causes and effects in the world, right and wrong can be clearly distinguished in black and white, and often foggy, it is difficult to judge and measure with a pair of eyes, not to mention that Zhuang Qingliu has accepted the concept of the rule of law in modern society. It is also difficult for me to tell clearly: when a single individual has the ability, it is right or wrong, good or bad to punish others' behavior based on what is right and wrong by oneself.

The plum blossoms lean against the flower trees, and their eyes quietly fall on the picture scroll looking up at the sun.

Zhuang Qingliu's slender and thick eyelashes drooped, and after soaking in the water motionless for a long time, he asked, "Lan Shu, can you only stay in the painting?"

Lan Shu said in a muffled voice, "Master Zhuang, I'm dead."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu looked at the picture scroll seriously and said, "I mean, Lan Shu, don't stay in the painting with obsession and resentment anymore, go reincarnate." She turned to Mei Hualan and asked, "Mei Pan, do you have any questions?" Reincarnate this kind of thing?"

Mei Hualan met her eyes deeply for a moment, then nodded lightly: "Yes."

Zhuang Qingliu originally thought that Lan Shu might not want to just disappear, but she looked at the sky and murmured "Reincarnation", and then suddenly said: "But Young Master Zhuang, my bones seem to be trapped somewhere, I It won't dissipate."

"?" Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyelashes, "What?"

"I can't dissipate now." Lan Shu's stretched painting body hung down from mid-air again, and said to Zhuang Qingliu, "Master Zhuang, you may need to help me restrain my bones."

The author has something to say: Hey, we didn’t write about Sigui today, and Sigui will appear in the next chapter!