no one knows better than me

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly lowered her head, but Lan Shu bounced up on the spot after saying a word, as if she had been summoned by something, she flew out in the southeast direction on the spot.

"--return!"

Zhuang Qingliu's face changed, and he grabbed his wrist, grasping the silk thread of Lan Shu's painting like lightning, and forcibly pulled her back.At the same time, I felt the scroll trembling strongly in my hand for a moment, as if it was resonating with the bones.

What's going on here, is someone using Lan Shu's bones to summon evil? !

Zhuang Qingliu flipped his hands over his body a few times, slapped the few talismans that were left, and pasted them all on the scroll in a mess.Plum Blossom Ring never uses talisman papers, they are all painted in the air, and there is nothing usable in the yard!

But not long after the only few talismans were photographed on the painting, the green flames suddenly ignited and burned to ashes in an instant!

Zhuang Qingliu listened to the more and more chaotic and rapid bells in his ears, and without any further delay, he took off his coat with a flick of his hand, and wrapped Lan Shu's painted body tightly in two or three strokes.

Generally, the things used by immortal cultivators are all inscribed with mantras, whether it is the sword body or the robe, they can resist and defuse fatal blows at critical moments, which can be described as layers of insurance.The ancestors of the Mei clan were very good at casting spells, so the darkly embroidered spells on the disciples' clothes were very effective. Lan Shu's painted body seemed to have been appeased by some kind of quilt, and she calmed down.

Zhuang Qingliu quickly tied the two sleeves in a knot from back to front, carried it on her back with her, then swung her legs and rushed in the direction of Mount Siguniang.

These four spiritual mountains of the Mei family have been specially used to suppress evil spirits since the time of their ancestors. Not only are the mountains special, but the magic circles and incantations around them are all added by famous people in the family. There is also an ancestor's cliff tomb. Such a big surprise will not happen.

But as soon as Zhuang Qingliu flew to the outermost edge, all kinds of evil and resentment surged around her in a spiral.I don't know what kind of things have been suppressed here for hundreds of years, but there is still half a piece of refined flower cake struggling to come out from the bottom of the mountain like lightning.

In the surrounding magic circle barriers, all kinds of talismans and spiritual weapons were thrown out, falling like a rain of flowers, more coquettish than Zhuang Qingliu's dismissal of the Lianhe Kingdom.

In a short period of time, more and more Mei family disciples and disciple guest ministers rushed to Wen Zhong, and everyone quickly assembled and formed a formation in order to fly together with swords.But a wave of fire rushed towards the sky, and the forged swords that were scorched by the flames melted, and in the blink of an eye, there was a rain of people in the sky.

When Zhuang Qingliu saw the situation, he was in a bad mood. The situation looked very bad, but Mei Hualan was not there at this time.

Moreover, Ke Qing's disciples couldn't get close to them, let alone a group of juniors with only two swords. Zhuang Qingliu quickly rushed up to pick them up with all the juniors.

In the recent troubled autumn, not only Mei Hualan is not around, but the capable elders of the Mei family are all running around to suppress evils. At this moment, only Mei Huari is sitting on the top of Lingshan Mountain, her robes and hair are licked by the green fire waves, as if she is in a strong wind Among them, both hands played the piano at the same time and formed an array, trying to support it.

Zhuang Qingliu put Ke Qing who had stumbled and rolled down to the ground a few times back and forth, turned his head quickly in desperation, and asked Mei Siji and the others: "Do you know how to draw the Great Curse?!"

Mei Siji gritted her teeth and supported a student, her eyelids twitched when she turned her head and saw her running out in pajamas: "You—"

A student who was half-raised up next to him had bright red blood gushing from his ears, and he couldn't help shaking his hands and clung to Mei Siji's wrist: "The big curse... only Duan Zhujun can draw the big curse, even if we know how to draw it, we can draw it." Can't do it..."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

The book only said that the big curse was to be used at this moment, but it didn't say how to draw it.

She has a use for wearing books, why not wear dramas.

With a turn of his wrist, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly urged the knife out of its sheath, and with the help of Zhuling, he spun in mid-air, jumped into the air, and jumped towards the peak.

Mei Siji raised her head in astonishment: "Why didn't the fire burn you?!"

"Probably because... I have become a spirit!"

Zhuang Qingliu looked down at his flame shoes in mid-air, feeling very fashionable.Then when I touched the ground on the top of the peak, I felt all kinds of evil, resentment and anger almost bursting into the sky, and suffocating depression poured in from the soles of the feet and the surroundings layer by layer.

Mei Huazhou was bleeding faintly from all seven orifices, her straight back was slightly tilted to the top, and she couldn't speak, but Zhuang Qingliu, who was still calm and composed, took a look.

Zhuang Qingliu stepped forward in two steps, grabbed his collar, threw him off the cliff, and at the same time quickly shouted: "Thinking—the bird of thinking back!"

Mei Sigui circled up from the sky like lightning, caught it with one paw, swooped down, and brought the person to the ground.

"Give me ten swords!" After Zhuang Qingliu threw out Mei Huazhou, he held down his qin with one hand, and rushed down the cliff with the other hand to grab it. Dozens of high-grade spirit swords had already rushed into her palm without the owner's consent. flew up.

The complexions of many disciples, disciples and retainers changed slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed across their faces. Mei Huazhou, who leaned over and coughed up half a mouthful of blood, tried her best to calmly order: "Listen to her!"

"Don't come up again, hurry up and chase after the one that has run away!"

Zhuang Qingliu let out a yell, quickly picked out ten spirit swords, and at the same time manipulated and formed a sword formation to reinforce the formation that was already on the verge of breaking, and then with a wave of his hand, he threw Chasing Spirit towards the eye of the formation!

The spiritual light fluctuated, and the magic circle surging with spells suddenly became white light, and Zhuang Ling, who had just been thrown out by Zhuang Qingliu, suddenly flew back and got into her arms.

Zhuang Qingliu stared down at it: "... Ah Ling, don't do this?"

Zhuling didn't know why, but he didn't want to press the formation, Zhuang Qingliu couldn't move no matter how coaxed... She had to turn her wrist suddenly, hold it down with one hand, and the other hand began to draw symbols in the air like lightning, patching the formation—— The kind of talismans drawn by Mei Hualan to suppress and disperse spirit summoning.

"Mr. Duanzhu is back!"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't know how long she had been trying to make up for it. Someone suddenly shouted from the bottom of the cliff, and she raised her eyes instantly... The plum blossoms with a calm face had appeared in front of her. Rolling and surging.

Unsurprisingly, Zhuang Qingliu flicked his hand quickly and gave her Mei Huazhou's Qin Lingkong. If there was such a sudden change in the Mei family, this person would definitely come back as soon as he received the summons.

Mei Hualan took the qin clearly, and flicked her fingertips without any pause, the sound of the qin imbued with profound spiritual power immediately flowed out in all directions, swaying in the air like water ripples.

The Mei family is not good at music training, but rhythm is a compulsory coursework. Although Meihuari and Meihualan don’t use it on weekdays, they have studied it specially with Lan’s who is good at rhythm when they were young. , the rhythm is the best to use.

After Zhuang Qingliu freed his hand, he quickly concentrated on adding the sword formation, while Mei Hualan was able to use two purposes with ease. At the same time, he urged the floating lamp to spin into the mountain and suppress the eye of the needle. The shape emerged, like a "spirit-binding net", trapping the evil things that had been earned from all directions, and directly dragging them back to the ground.

Mei Siji, who was watching the audience below, breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. She had actually used such a trick before, but Zhu Heng slapped her face against the cliff easily.At that time, she wondered if Meizhou's swordsmanship was not good... Now it seems that she is not good at it.

But there is a question - why on earth did Zhuang Qingliu use Meizhou's sword array?It's so well used!

People around her flew around, and a group of junior disciples followed the rescuers and chasers under the cliff, and at the same time, they were also secretly surprised.

Zhuang Qingliu stood on the edge of the cliff and patrolled down. In the short time of two sticks of incense, the entire Mei Family Immortal Mansion was swept away by the evil spirit like a tornado—a lot of buildings in the mountains and forests collapsed, and the spirit sword melted just now. Approval, talismans are sprinkled as if they don't need money.

Originally, the Mei family was shabby, and after losing this family, it is estimated that it will make the family that is not rich even worse.

At this moment, Mei Hualan, who was sitting in the same place, lowered her head and caressed her hands, gently clasped the strings with both hands, and then beckoned the floating lamp back. Zhuang Qingliu turned her head to see its cute appearance, and couldn't help but raised her hand to touch it twice. , boasted: "So good."

--clang!

Zhu Ling, who had been silent all this time, suddenly flew up in place, spun and hit, and knocked the floating lamp away.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered her eyes in shock: "Not only did you not work hard, but you also hit the floating lamp...Why did you hit it?"

Zhuling didn't make a sound after turning on the floating lamp. After a moment of silence, he suddenly flew away by himself.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..." Is this a temper tantrum?

"Wait...!" She skimmed down the cliff in surprise, and after flying a few steps after a knife, the corner of her eye flashed... she saw a tomb that was unintentionally overturned when the group of evil rioted just now.

After the death of the Mei family, they were all buried on the cliff of their family traditions. How could there be an earthen tomb at this corner?

Zhuang Qingliu turned around, walked a dozen steps to the side, respectfully lifted up the fallen tombstone, and looked down for a moment—the name of the owner of the tomb is Qi Hu.

A lightning-like astonishment suddenly floated in her heart, this turned out to be the tombstone of Mei Hualan's mother?

According to what she recalled when she flipped through the book, Mei Hualan’s mother had a very special life experience. It's all about her.

So after she died, she was just buried here, and didn't enter Mei's family's cliff tomb?

The sky gradually became cloudy, the wind kept blowing, and the surrounding fields were very desolate.After Zhuang Qingliu and the owner of the tombstone looked at each other silently for a while, they knelt down and kowtowed to her for some reason.

"..." Some things are really scary, they let the limbs have their own thoughts at every turn, just like that weird tendency to water.

... ashamed.

At this moment, Mei Hualan, who didn't know when to follow, approached calmly from behind, hooked the back of his collar and lifted Zhuang Qingliu up.

"Why do you worship her?" Mei Hualan's face was very soft, and her eyes seemed to be scrutinized slightly.

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her face to face for a while, and said honestly: "You may not believe it, but these legs want to worship themselves."

After Mei Hualan raised her hand to add a coat to her, she glanced at the tombstone lightly, then turned around: "...let's go back."

Zhuang Qingliu followed, turned his head while walking, and looked back thoughtfully for the last time.

All the incidents under the cliff were not over yet, the injured people were carried away for the time being, except for Meihua Zhou, there should be no serious problems, but the things that came back have not been suppressed yet.And after the collective restlessness of the evil spirits this time, Mei Xiaohan probably will be too busy to touch the ground again.

Zhuang Qingliu observed many things that were chased back by the Mei family's children and asked, "Mei Pan, did you find anything?"

Mei Hualan just glanced at it, and said calmly: "The ones that rushed out of the magic circle are all kinds of acquired creatures."

Yes, all of them are acquired spirits, and almost all of them are rushing towards the southeast.

Zhuang Qingliu saw that she knew a lot, so she didn't say much, just looked back and forth casually, not paying much attention to the seemingly absent looks and gazes around her.

At this moment, Mei Siji blew past her like a tornado, holding in her arms... a large golden metal rod with a round back and a sharp front?

"What big metal rod?" Mei Siji stopped abruptly, and rolled her eyes at her, "This is the spiritual weapon used by a pair of master casual practitioners. The pair of casual practitioners are called gold and silver needles, and the weapons are also called gold The silver needle, this is the gold needle, the silver needle has gone to nowhere and has not been recovered yet."

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu opened his hands, moved a few steps back and forth, measured the size, and raised his head: "...you call this a needle?"

She lowered her eyelids again, feeling in awe that she might have never used needles in her entire life.

Mei Siyu, whom I hadn't seen for many days, ran back holding the flower cake essence in both hands, and said in a very gentle and gentle tone from Mei Siji: "Senior Zhuang, you are so powerful just now."

Zhuang Qingliu blinked, then turned to look at him pretendingly: "Ji Cao."

Mei Siyu looked at her innocently: "Basic morals? That Duanzhu Junji is also very good."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Basic operation I thank you.

Seeing her talking to Mei Siyu, a group of juniors who had finished their work gradually rushed over, and they circled around Zhuang Qingliu to ask her questions, and followed her all the way back to Meihualan's yard from the foot of Lingshan Mountain.

Since Zhuang Qingliu came here, it was rare for him to talk to so many people, and he let himself go by talking nonsense all the way, fooling a group of juniors into talking nonsense.

All the disciples were walking, but suddenly stopped collectively.

Zhuang Qingliu pushed open the door, turned her head curiously: "Why don't you leave?"

A young man glanced aside hesitantly, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Duanzhu's yard has a barrier, so we can't get in."

Zhuang Qingliu immediately turned his head to look at Meihualan - according to Mei Siji, this person doesn't come back a few times a year, and when he comes back, he usually looks aloof and aloof, probably because he doesn't talk too much, It's also the reason why the juniors usually don't dare to talk to her much.

"Mr. Duanzhu?" Zhuang Qingliu shouted while supporting the door frame, the meaning in his eyes was shining clearly - don't shut yourself up.

Mei Hualan remained silent for a moment, then waved her sleeves: "Come in."

All the juniors cheered instantly, you pushed each other and squeezed into the gate of the courtyard, and then... everyone was stunned by the scenery in the courtyard, their mouths became toads.

Zhuang Qingliu blinked, and suddenly thought that if there was a barrier, the outside would not be able to see the inside, which was equivalent to hiding, so Mei Sigui could only have fun and fly around.

But she looked at the expressions of the juniors... It doesn't feel like it, does it?

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and made a rough round - didn't it mean that the plum trees in the courtyard were all moved into a circle by her, pear trees, apricot trees, osmanthus trees were planted in the entire large courtyard, tables, chairs and hammocks were set up under the trees, and flower beds were plowed on both sides of the courtyard wall , with flowers and grapes, and finally, some snacks and dried fruits are drying on the stone table.

"I didn't expect Mr. Duanzhu to be so..." It doesn't match his appearance.

A young man blurted out his words and blinked, and the rest of the disciples followed suit after glancing at Mei Hualan quietly.

"..." Mei Siji, who hadn't come here for a few days, was also stunned, and turned her head to face Zhuang Qingliu aggressively, "Hello? What's the matter with you! Move and change a whole yard like this, inform and solicit Do you have Mr. Duanzhu's consent?"

Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows at her, then turned her head and asked Mei Hualan in a brisk tone: "Dear Mr. Duanzhu, do you agree?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Hualan looked away from the moved peach blossom tree, then raised her eyes and looked at her for a moment without saying a word: "No, plant it back."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

"???"

She had said so many words and done so many things before, Mei Hualan always nodded lightly, as if she would never have a temper with her and no bottom line.

And she said so much when she burned the talisman that night, this person never said no, as if she could do anything - what happened this time?

Is this peach tree expensive?Move it and die?

Does it have a special meaning?What important person is it related to?

Or is it because the "respected" prefix doesn't work?

Well.

"The honorable Mr. Duanzhu, the powerful Mr. Duanzhu, the handsome Mr. Duanzhu..." Zhuang Qingliu turned back and forth several times in a strange and quick manner in his heart, and then said flatly, "Can I show you how cute you are?"

"No, fall back."

Mei Hualan repeated it again, but her eyes seemed to flicker a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it in front of the juniors. After a while, she just raised her eyelashes slightly: "Come in."

Although Zhuang Qingliu didn't know what the peach blossom tree was involved in, she felt that she wasn't angry, so she thought about it for a while, and when she couldn't figure it out, she went into the kitchen temporarily, and showed the younger generation what she was doing in normal life. culinary skills on display.

A group of little ghosts praised the deliciousness of a soup, and asked one after another: "What's the name of this soup?"

"Never had it before."

Zhuang Qingliu came up with a pumpkin eight-treasure rice, and said casually, "Oh, chicken soup."

"..." What a coquettish name, a few juniors with weird faces turned their eyes away again, pointed at her hand and asked, "Then what is this called?"

"Call—" Zhuang Qingliu glanced at the pumpkin in his hand, and then at the plum blossoms at the table next to him where no one dared to get too close, "It's too difficult for me."

Mei Hualan met her eyes, and finally a gleam of smile seemed to flash in his eyes.

All juniors: "???"

And when Zhuang Qingliu came out with the last meal, Mei Hualan, who had been sitting quietly at the table all afternoon, actually picked up the chopsticks, and she quickly ate the bowl of red beans and mixed rice in front of her.

Zhuang Qingliu asked the younger generation to serve the meal by himself, turned around and sat down, and looked at the side: "...Mei Pan, aren't you bigu?"

Mei Hualan didn't say anything, and answered her with an empty bowl.

Zhuang Qingliu: "Then, another bowl?"

Mei Hualan turned her head: "Okay."

"Isn't it delicious?" Zhuang Qingliu quickly filled a bowl for her, and moved a few more dishes in front of her, holding his chin with one hand with a smile, feeling that her food was inexplicably delicious.

"You can eat with me from now on. With you here, I think I can eat three bowls." After watching for a while, Zhuang Qingliu also picked up the bowl and ate deliciously.

Mei Hualan said softly again: "Okay."

Being so easy to talk, Zhuang Qingliu picked up Caixin and deliberately teased her: "This is fine, that's fine, what's wrong?"

It took a long time this time before Mei Hualan ate a ball with a bowl: "The tree doesn't move well."

Zhuang Qingliu paused with her chopsticks, and raised her eyes to look at her: "You mean that peach tree?" After a pause again, she continued, "Is that peach tree... very special?"

Mei Hualan looked at her meaningfully: "It's very special."

"..."

No matter how you look at it, this peach tree seems to be related to someone very important... Anyway, more important than her, Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but feel sour in his heart. After looking at the appearance of Meihualan, he didn't ask any more questions.

It seems that this person is not only different from the one in the book, but very different. She has had very, very, very many important people, and she is not special at all.

That night, after sending out a group of satisfied junior disciples, Zhuang Qingliu picked up the shovel and took advantage of the moonlight to move the peach tree that had been moved to the left corner of the yard back to the middle of the yard.

It's hard that the peach blossoms are blooming, and she hasn't been bald yet.

But the next morning... that legendary peach tree, which was very important, ran back to the left corner of the yard.

? ?Facing Zhuang Qingliu's eyes of "what the hell is this", Mei Hualan just asked nonchalantly: "I like things that change, and people I like too?"

Zhuang Qingliu blinked inexplicably. Although she didn't understand, she said pragmatically, "How can people be the same as things?"

Mei Hua tickled the end of her appendix with some feeling, and walked out the door with a bunch of scrolls, as if she was very busy today.

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her back, then at the peach tree in front of her, and suddenly smiled, what was she talking about.

With a flick of her finger, she moved her recliner under the tree, admired Mei Haijiang, who was staring at him from a distance, sighed, pulled the blanket and fell asleep.

In the afternoon, Mei Hualan, who came back from the discussion, seemed to want to call her, but when she walked into the courtyard, a light breeze just blew, and the peach blossoms all over the tree suddenly fell with the wind, and fell all over Zhuang Qingliu's hair and shoulders. .

Mei Hualan approached and bowed her head, picked the peach blossoms from Zhuang Qingliu's body, turned her hands slowly and looked down for a while.

"I'm home?"

After a while, Zhuang Qingliu seemed to be awakened by the fragrance of flowers that did not belong to peach blossoms. She couldn't help tapping the edge of the lounge chair a few times with her fingers, and silently smelled the fragrance of flowers on the person next to her again—it smelled so good. It smells good, but why doesn't she change it?I remember when we met for the first time, the fragrance on my body was obviously not plum fragrance.

I still remember that she praised Mei Hualan for being emotional afterward, but she didn't expect her style to be so fixed in a blink of an eye, it was really a monotonous aesthetic passed down from her ancestors.

"It seems a bit noisy everywhere today?" Zhuang Qingliu lay lazily for a while, then sat up and asked, "What's the matter? Did you find out about the sudden collective restlessness of the evil things?"

"No, it's the first day of the new year."

Mei Hualan glanced at her before continuing: "Flower Folding Festival."

Zhuang Qingliu rubbed his neck: "Ah, the Flower Folding Festival."

The so-called Flower Folding Festival is held not only in Zhangtai Meizhou, but also in many places. Most of them are held in spring when all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, and people gather to enjoy the flowers together in spring. Later, the custom of folding and throwing flowers gradually evolved.

Both of these represent good blessings. For example, giving peony means wealth, orchid means nobleness, and giving peony...

Mei Hualan twirled the peach blossom in her hand for a while, she didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly raised her hand and put it into the hood behind Zhuang Qingliu's cloak.

Zhuang Qingliu let out a soft "huh", and suddenly turned his head with great interest: "Send me peach blossoms?"

Mei Hualan was about to enter the house with slow steps, turned to look at her: "Send peach blossoms, how about it?"

Looking into her clear eyes, Zhuang Qingliu felt that she was shamelessly thinking too much, and she didn't know if there was a barrier to culture, so she quickly waved her hand: "It's nothing."

"But there is one thing." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly thought of something, turned down the recliner and said to Mei Hualan, "Mr. Duanzhu, the fact that I didn't wear clothes in the blue lake that day must not be reported. I won’t be able to get married, let alone have a peach blossom.”

Mei Hualan stopped, turned around and repeated: "If it spreads out, you won't be able to get married?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "?"

Mei Hualan held the book between her arms, and nodded to her with deep meaning in her eyes: "Okay."

Just at this time, Mei Siji, who had packed everything up, came to find her before departure as usual. Lingbilan's wedding banquet was coming soon, counting the days, it was time to leave today.

"Mr. Duanzhu, Senior Zhuang, have you cleaned up?"

Mei Hualan looked away from Zhuang Qingliu's face, and rushed to Mei Siji, who pushed the door in, and said, "Send a message first—"

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

"???"